Instinctive dear Watson! Instinctive!

Instinctive dear Watson! Instinctive!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the productivity
for longevity
becomes instinctive,
driven incessantly,
and not necessarily 
out of love,
but an urge
one cannot stop.

Outstripped the heart
by the rank of survival,
when one sees
extinction lying
on the horizon,
waving I'm over here.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 24, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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