Jim Harrison - Birthday lyrics

The masques of dream - monk in his lineage - what does he wear to shield himself? First shield made of a cloud, second - a tree, third - a shadow; and leading to the stretched coils of light (how they want to gather us up with our permission), three men. Two dead tho' dead is supernumerary. The cause is the effect. He laughed like a lake would but only once never twice into the same mystery. Not ever to stop but only to drop the baggage, to shed the thirty-ninth skin.