n’ so you wiped the slate clean....

it’s kind of strange...... no. not strange. i need another word for it. it’s a difficult choice to write when you know you’re short of words.whenever you hear some bad news followed by a war.... that of an injured soldier who lost an arm..... he who’s your neighbor. your imagination inchoately fetches you the image of an empty sleeve n’ perhaps even the noise it makes when the wind hits the cloth piece...... somethin’ like you’ve misplaced some card of the suit n’ you can’t find it. then somewhere between the game.... you do expect the joker which tries to replace the missin’ card. n’ then when you happen to meet the soldier in the next mornin’ but you don’t see an empty sleeve. you play the card game.... you wait to see the joker so that you can complete your series but it never shows up. you tend to be surprised. no. not surprised. maybe disbelieve is a better word. as if while walkin’ by the street you saw an artist erasin’ a few lines from his sketch.... probably a face n’ when you return to find the artist dealin’ with the finishin’ touches..... you’re struck with disbelief that not even a hint of the erased lines showed upon the completed sketch. n’ you kind of stare at the artist. no. artist would be a wrong salutation. it has to be an acrobat possessin’ such great skills. all you do is stare at the acrobat n’ you’re not sure whether you’re askin’ him somethin’ or givin’ him some compliment..... “how could you be so neat?”

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