Burning
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?"
