Alex Garr Poems

The night tolls the hour of dust,
When the sands fall shimmering through glass
Woven of spectral strands
And the moon goes black.
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Swirling chaos,
Vast chasm of nothingness.
Colors and lights flicker into
Existence: blood red and lightning blue,
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Wind gusted and
Snow fell.
Flakes blew about this way and that,
Creating a semi-transparent veil of
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An orange disk kisses
The tip of the distant horizon, where
A plum and lapis lazuli sky, which
Stretches for miles in every direction, meets
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I was watching the sunrise
In Mexico when my horse died beneath me.
I was in Diez Coronas,
On the edge of a cliff,
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Hail, hail to thee,
My nightmare,
Whom I fear
Even in the golden dawn.
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The breeze of time covers and uncovers
Realms forgotten, epochs lost.
What once was will be,
What will be has been:
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The edge gripped with a will
And nothing more,
A soft breeze, a brush on skin.
Falling falling
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As the door closed with a gentle click
And the room was thrown into utter blackness,
The young boy cuddled up against
His teddy bear. As he felt the warm
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On an open expanse of
Grass, beasts belching exhaust
Eat away at sod and dirt.
Roots of metal and plastic are buried
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