I have drifted from the constant goings on around here, these doings that are always a big to-do, but I remain, doing them as needed. This must be what causes such pain at the temples the moneychangers causing a racket in there and I would love to throw them out, but my strength is used keeping on. This must be the pain at the temples, tension of a line drawn taut between where I am and are, am and will, I and we.
