daring words

daring words, are the nuissance to old books
tangents, webbed castings of reality,
but i spit my words out like shattered glass
counting the pieces, never picking them up
the sky is cracking, we've no time to look.
lungs swelling like butterfly prisons erupting
winged creatures, imagination's invention
these bookworms run sprinting on splintering legs
too late, my tongue is already broken
my daring words a nusissance to the sky.