I am inadvertently less

This moment invents a presentation to me:
It says that I must assure the climate of my soul.
These are tasks left to greater souls.

Yet I insist upon caretaking the omissions of my fellows.
Remove yourself from your duties and I will smite you!
Reduce yourself and I will smite you.
Cower from opportunity and I will smite you.
Run from love and I will smite you.
These are not my duties,
Yet I will uphold these.
There is no bitterness in me.
I am merely the whisper that asks to assure this moment.

This moment provides a path to me:
It says that I can obvert denial and make dignity.
I can stop you from reducing me
And in so doing I can make a greater world
Where I am not reduced and
We are not reduced.
But in so doing,
I too often choose to reduce you
In order to assert my demands.
In this, this moment is wrong.
All my efforts will appear correct,
but the results will be opposite my intentions.

Why, with such a nobility in my heart, do I destroy?
Play with a moment like this, o' mortals.
For me, each moment is a slippery beast.
Flavor your skills, o' friends.
For me, each journey is sanctity reversed.
Savor your skills, my loved ones.
For me, the benefits of each effort is opposed by another.

Later 2 days:

Why would a moment haunt me?
Why is a split second critical?
Because unlike you,
I watch patterns in my brain
the way a tourist peers across the Grand Canyon.

 Copyright 1993 Brian Hayes