santa merudanda, there are air molecules touching my skin and they are touched by other air molecules stretching out in all directions molecules touching molecules til your skin too is touched. See, just a few million layers of air molecules between here and there, but then whizzing through them, all these bullets of love and not a single one in vain (-:
On Thursday, January 9, 2014 3:05 AM, merudanda <[email protected]> wrote: Bullets do not work that way Bullet bouncing off the gun and ruining the gunman's day. Bullet, You there, I here, With just the door ajar That oceans are, And prayer, And that pale sustenance, Despair! .. Someone lurking through the door ajar? A little breathless frightened star? My ears are evermore attend, ... ... Waiting in vain for one blest sound--?
