To An Economy of Means (first letter)

You can seem all encompassing. It’s as if you’re self-evident — irrefutable.
You arrive in an instant that mimics eternity.
I watch and listen and know that’s not everything. I just don’t care. When you’re strongest I’m suddenly unstuck. I’m changing again — remembering I’m alive.
You’re not fueled by magic or helped by convenience. My teeth don’t get any whiter around you. My poverty remains in the presence of your grace. Still, you never compete with anything. Calculations don’t work. No machine can keep up. Each of these things is left behind before having the chance to exist.
Sometimes you visit me out of nowhere and set me straight.
Some find you regardless of the danger. They understand the opportunities to be realized in your service.
I hope you’ll stay with me always.