Seize.
Our written past is darkened when
in looking back we only search
for anger\'s errors
which turn on the many.
Our day-bed of rest is wasted
by rephrasing each gone attempt
to bespeak ourselves
either for or against.
Our stalking the past mars gems
of forgiveness as self-respect
scatters with fresh marks
of shameful regret.
Our waking suggests seizing Now
with heart guiltless and ready to
dart addictive fret
then will Power be freed.