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// Ruling / Roiling 
// Story: Equinity 
// by Ice Star 
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Ruling





How many more
poems have to be
written about 
a night
only one
remembers
happening?

When will the
exhaustion
supersede 
her eternal memory's
power
and ease
the feeling that
it was all 
last night?

Can a life 
still be called 
endurance
when it is
without any living
and merely 
masked suffering?

How long
must that pure
exhaustion
bloom
beneath the skin
until
numbness 
sets in
and
truly lasts?

Is living
meant to gallop
out of sight
while the clarity
of being
back there
again
loops endlessly 
exponentially?

When do the 
midnights 
staring
at the ceiling 
and aching
cocooned in 
covers
become something 
that could 
bring the roof down?





Roiling





Consider the buffalo, who were 'civilized' at the orders of a sun in an enchanted forest
Ever-driven to expand the young kingdom that she could have shared in the aftermath of war and chaos
Lost were all protests to these actions, even when they came from somepony driven to silence and shadows
Enough fights were had over the buffalo for sunshine to stir accusations of treason lurking within the stars
Suggesting that she would deflect to an un-equine race instead of aligning with herself with
The mortal species that neither was ever part of, but the eldest pretended to be among
In the end, the younger was reviled without any in her defense, all her art and choices derided like smashed ornaments
And this expansion came at a cost to the ponies governed by gods

Bringing artists, veterans, mules, orphans, widows, and all other outcasts lower with the
Ringing in of the call to imperialism in the hot summer lands
Overturning buffalo ways of life nearly as old as the sisters' godly true kind
Killing pony soldiers and buffalo braves alike in battles that
Expanded the ranks of only souls without a defender

Until some of the very last discussions they ever had were nothing but
Sunlight blinded into questioning whether the darkness had any room for equinity 

And all this time I will be left with naught but a mind turned to examine itself and
Lingering thoughts about whether there had ever been a time where
Love between sisters truly lasted