coming before Mahaprabhubowing down with a sumanas my hand weaving pieces into mukuts and effulgence maybe have enough left over to make a leis garland 'cause i'm a sumanas child cycle babble and i keep on sprinting from one side of the bridge to the other sprinting at the speed of the breeze the pace line stays in formation cycle babble and i are drafting any way we can hold our own sweet time is creeping up behind us chasing us back for ceremony of the bells at end of the day arriving we aren't any more in this world thakuras will bring us into the next one so we don't want

be late darsana of their "i'm a sumanas child" outfit in the evening the yellow and gold soft now right for resting or whatever they do between the dark and mangle arati's first light