Ursula Zia is a Pakistani-American artist and writer living nomadically. They were born in Atlanta, GA, grew up in Burlington, VT, and went to school in Worcester, MA. They are inspired by dark ecology, and the imagery of collective dreaming. Find their chapbook ‘Murmur Hours’ published by Bottlecap Press. Other self published zines are in little free libraries across the country. Follow their journey on instagram @pretend_im_the_dentist.
Drifting Witness
Beware Pangea.
B E W A R E the mobius strip.
Witness tips tip tipping witness
undress a small apocalypse
mountains sprout there
Beware Pangea.
Beware chemical radiation underneath
our feet. Witness walking. Tip tip tip toe tip over. Beware
our ecological guilt. Beware substance abuse. Of wearing your body like clothes. Of wearing out.
Beware the tipping point
Every morning when your consciousness returns willingly to your body you wear it again. Return again. Return again all worn out.
Beware Pangea. Beware the atmosphere leaking all over us.
Undress.
Undress witness. I wonder if I belong in this world at all. But which world? Which world with or without.
The earth was a witness once. Beware wondering:
one of the many wonders of the world.
Witness material occupancy.
Witness tipping topless timeless.
Beware your stopwatch stopping
the timelessness. Witness plate tectonics make places out of nowhere; an autopsy.
Counting mountains. Counting, counting.
It’s happening, happening now.
Witness distress, distrust, unrest. Beware Pangea
Beware deep time landslides. Beware muddy bloodlust. Witness
tipping, tip tip tumble over and over again falling over, OVER.
It is so much easier to fall and yet we rise. “Nobody’s free until we are all free!”
Drift, witness.
Mountains rise, shifting steady kisses. Washes the entire world once over.
Witness reveal yourself.
Beware tremors.
Similarities quiver,
tipping.
Witness tips.
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