There's something acting on this body

Something goes in when nothing comes out

And someone's acting on this information

But, nothing's registered from this location

From this site that I sense that I am

In asking, "What is burning in my eyes?"

I wanted a language of my own

My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines of this crowd

That surrounds me, punctured and parceled

I fold my hand to this site that I sense that I am

Asking, "What is this burning in my eyes?"