BRANDON KILBOURNE Creation Myth

BRANDON KILBOURNE | CREATION MYTH

Spiraling headlong in each other’s gravity, we plucked loose strands of creation for the fuse to wind around our binary orbit—

From among a trove of fish prototyped fin upon spine in barren niches, anatomies radiating in light-starved depths.

From clods of pure iridium and iron crater-smelted from meteorites, atoms smithed in sidereal meltdowns.

From stone feathers splayed around bones of birds’ newfound wings, petals gathered for a gorgon’s pressed rose.

From the Mesozoic’s monsters rescued from chthonic strata, vertebrae stacked to breach the empyrean.

From among a red panda’s hairs, a flint to strike against your eye’s umber, spark kindling fulgurous constellations.

Curating the debris of spent epochs, we ignited our inaudible bang, genesis with the thunder of butterfly wing beats—

Pair nebulous in the primordial bliss, we firm our bodies with a deifying flame, two wreathing coronae, overbright and dissebling.