I am a poet. My poems light flashes in all minds, in all cells. My eyes are crying. They can see love in a distance - They're making love - My eyes, in a dark of night to freezing cold, they didn't give in. Two-legged being's worlds are split into two halves. - My eyes are crying - I want to know which part of the world I am from where I have lived, what I have seen. Look into my eyes you will find the answer. Black is white, grey is whiter. - I want to know -