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All of Us Travelers
By Sandor DeGrazia

What broken things
Ride high and dark
On lovely drifts
As souls depart

Live currents
Spin in atmosphere
That whisper truth
We cannot hear

The dust of life
Sings in the breeze
Recounting time
In elegy

Impressions deemed
Just or unfair
By wreckage
That is brought to bear

From tragedy
Bloom plumes of pain
Lives washed away
Like winter rain

Illusions fade
Of futures lost
Ephemeral
As window frost

Set adrift
Sweet sad remains
Caught between
The ice and flames

Ruled by fear
Hard walls rise high
That starve the soul
And block the sky

Detached detained
In fortress cold
We turn to stone
As world grows old

Petrified
Entombed in cast
Resigned to dwell
In aftermath

But destiny
Need not stand still
Unbound by past
Is our free will

To see the light
In different hue
Kaleidoscopic
Mystic view

For spirits linger
Bright and free
Dancing
In the periphery

Pressing up
Against the tide
Of temporal seas
From realm outside

The journey strange
The rules unknown
Past signatures
Of blood and bone

The consciousness
Transcends the fold
Of space and time
Of new and old

Mysterium
Tremendum be
The cycles
Of eternity

Torn from the fabric
Stitched by time
Constructed by
The mortal mind

Set sail
Upon oneiric sea
Untrammeled by
Reality

Is what we feel
That which we see
Be it dream
Or memory

By brush of wing
And light of star
The angels meet us
Where we are

Bouncing bright
Off distant moons
In cosmic flight
Spirits illume

Crossed over
Fused in cryptic haze
Time realigns
Connections made

A portal opens
In the scrim
The paraffin
Dissolves within

The softened membrane
Welcomes through
The lost and lonely
Special few

Of wounded heart
And fractured mind
The wayward souls
Death left behind

Lines drawn straight
Bend curve collapse
Disperse to spheres
And circle back

What’s gone will come
What will be was
In motion flows
The state of love

Designations
Follow thus
We are but travelers
All of us

Image by Amelia Bartlett

Born and raised in Lincoln Nebraska, the product of a college professor and music school teacher, Mr. DeGrazia received a loving, liberal and creative start. Art, music and dance were abundant but it was a career in gymnastics that payed his way through college. After graduating from the University of New Mexico with a bachelor’s degree he had no idea what he wanted to do next. So, he went into show business. Spanning a decade from Los Angeles to New York City, his theatre credits began with Michael Jackson and ended with the Chippendales, performing in several shows in between, most notably Miss Saigon. For the last 25 years, from bartending to Broadway, he’s thrived on the thrill of New York. His current profession is massage therapy. His passion is creative writing. The islands of Manhattan and Fire Island serve to inspire fascination with the great questions of life. Pondering much, Sandor has come to believe it is within life’s mysteries where magic dwells.

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