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 this 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 in asking

What is this burning in my eyes?