My Head is Immense 
--Charles Nokan 

My head is immense 
I have a toad's eyes 
A horn stands on the nape of my neck 
But a magical music surges 
from me. 
What tree exhales such rare 
perfume? 
Dark beauty, how can you spring 
from a toad's wallow? How can you 
flow from lonely ugliness? 
You who look on, you think 
that the voice of my instrument 
buys my freedom, that I am fluidity, thought 
which flies. 
No, there is nothing in me 
but a pool of sadness.