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I Will Not Stop

I will not stop. There are pages left to write, Perhaps whole volumes, A library. I shall express my growth, my words like crop, Whatever good time may set right. I shall invite guests without costumes To read, Conceive, Let ideas marry. All shall continue, lips curled, Words spoken, propagated like a virus sample. Perhaps I shall be whole at the end of it all, An idea, free from shadow and alive. They say a man is a world— His virtues many, His words are ample. And if another comes across them, May he save my soul From archive.

Carry these words