Paint By Number

Butterflies are flipping coins and centipedes are heedless or have reasons and from ecosystem to environment, except when in a shell game, as an object of remote affection or caught in an act of transplantation, every heart is dark. 

Most cardinal directions have the same agenda, an addendum to an interjection or a celebration of the senses. Adding time for injury I maintain social distance. As the peach slice slithers off the fork and back into the can, what better use of my intelligence than boldly to attribute agency where none has been attributed before? 

As one lung lobe wants oxygen and one wants nitrogen, what are the owners of a lung of lobes to do, how wrong are they to prematurely choose? This ligature is infinite. This bed of nails has not been slept on. I see through two lenses, red and blue.