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I start reading again and realise I don't have a favourite poem.

I start reading again and realise words are the most important thing, along with love of course. They go deeper in me than anything.

I start reading again because it's time to come out into myself again. It's time to be in the world. The world is so very beautiful, did you know that? And it's bigger than me. I respect things that are bigger than me and my understanding. I believe in them, even, which I suspect many people don't.

I start reading again and I want to share poetry, which feels more intimate than any sex act I can describe to you ever has, and that's not shortchanging sex.

I start reading again and I start crying.

I start reading again and I can cope with the ambiguity and ambivalence of the world, of the contradictions and back-and-forthness that is the heart, the central anchorstone of (my) human condition. I ride it. I'm not a cork, but when my game is on I'm a damn good storm-rider. I've had practice.

I start reading again and I can love. I had forgotten that.

I start reading again and think loving is worth the trouble.