Burning

Fugazi

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?"