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when i was in upis grade school, there was a pair of identical twins in my batch. they were pretty big dudes, with wiry curly hair & low foreheads. a square jaw, doubled. we called them taong-bato. cavemen, actually, but literally translated, men of th stone age. men of stone.
their real names were jr & rj cuevas. they took up swimming in physical ed, & they say rj sank like a stone when he dove off th board. hence, taong-bato.
this was what, six or so years ago? grade school days. i once poked th back of jr's head with my pencil, when he sat in front of me in fifth grade & he turned around & just blinked at me, slowly.
walking home today i get a txt from nico, & he asks that i pray for th soul of rj, & for his family, & especially "his jr". his body's at funeraria paz & will be cremated on friday. i got th rest of th story later.
they, th twins, were running around romulo hall in up, & they fell. they both tripped & fell, & rj's head hit something & his brain crashed around inside of his skull & now he's gone, he's dead.
& can you imagine what it is like having to say you are not a twin anymore
& they fell, they both fell, exactly th same fall, twin boys, & one was taken & th other made to stay. taong-bato, pare. taong-bato.
he's getting cremated on my birthday. i'm going to visit th wake tmrw, & i'd like to ask you to pray for them both, please.
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
their real names were jr & rj cuevas. they took up swimming in physical ed, & they say rj sank like a stone when he dove off th board. hence, taong-bato.
this was what, six or so years ago? grade school days. i once poked th back of jr's head with my pencil, when he sat in front of me in fifth grade & he turned around & just blinked at me, slowly.
walking home today i get a txt from nico, & he asks that i pray for th soul of rj, & for his family, & especially "his jr". his body's at funeraria paz & will be cremated on friday. i got th rest of th story later.
they, th twins, were running around romulo hall in up, & they fell. they both tripped & fell, & rj's head hit something & his brain crashed around inside of his skull & now he's gone, he's dead.
& can you imagine what it is like having to say you are not a twin anymore
& they fell, they both fell, exactly th same fall, twin boys, & one was taken & th other made to stay. taong-bato, pare. taong-bato.
he's getting cremated on my birthday. i'm going to visit th wake tmrw, & i'd like to ask you to pray for them both, please.
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find