Mahalo, my friends

   Mahalo to all, and to all a good night.

Figurative Life

     The air is so soft.
A light so delicate in gracing my lungs.
In every breath.
I find life's new joy.
A strange agreement to live.
      In water the contract is subject to change.
In humanity the contract is purposefully
changed way to often.
Our society living old is getting gold
and holding it.
Illusive and mysterious,
graceful and stumbling at times.
        A man finds puzzles in his mind,
Social justice, a variety of vices,
honor, and compassion.
All mix into a figurative existence.
Even if air touches the lungs,
and the heart pumps liquid soul throughout.
         A man can only find pieces,
 of a peaceful life in questions.

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