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Author's statement:

"In My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the unicorn protagonist, Twilight Sparkle, becomes an alicorn after acquiring wings. Another character, a pegasus named Cadance, becomes an alicorn after acquiring a horn. "Trinity" approaches the problem very differently."

Like a unicorn, it possesses a horn.                                                                                               
Like a pegasus, wings.                                                                         
(In my head.)                  
                                                                               
In my zoological compound, I retain a horse, a narwhal, and a bat.
(And one pen.)
                                                 
They breed--all three--when I persuade them to:
earth, water, air.  
                           
The result is a monster.
(Beautiful.)
                                      
Together, monstrously, we penetrate the sky.
(Beautifully.)                                                          
                      
Together, beautifully, we soar.
(Monstrously.)
                                    
((But not really.))                                                              
                                              
Neighs, echolocatory clicks.
Tonal-pulsed signals, flutters.
Whistles, whinnies, chirps.

Over the rainbow, between the stars.
I am with you, I say.                                       

From the tip of its horn extends a pillar of light
a sword
a wand
a nimbus
a spear

I am you, I say.
(Even as I only listen.)     
 
But its flanks are bare.
(Like a horse, like a narwhal.)
And its forehead is smooth.
(Like a horse, like a bat.)
And its front limbs are flat, its back limbs absent.
(Like a narwhal.)
      
Through rainbow-tinted water, it conveys me jerkily.
Flop, flop, we go.
(It goes.)
                                                                  
Still magical, a little.
                              
Less magical.                                                                                                      
                         
((Except that it is dead.))                                                                                           
                                                   
With my shovel, I penetrate the earth:
new layers.
Chunk, chunk, goes my blade.
(I bury it.)                                 
                                                                                       
And, from that earth, an arch of vivid light ascends:
a bridge to a kingdom in the sky;
a portal to an empire in the stars.                     
                                                                                         
(Except that it never was.)                                                                                                          
                                                                                    
Except…