My Head is Immense by Charles Nokan

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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.