No Words Were Used Here or Maybe this Would be flawed thought

I once heard
we don't walk through a field
we stroll through the word
that's a lens folks, on
that sense of absurd
that's also a fence
on magic and mirth
that's lack of suspense
that's tragic and hurts

That's imagination curbed
that's an outlined box
sapping reason to talk
reason to reason
reason to even go for that walk
that is a living corpse chalked

That is straight rows of crop
as wild flowers are lost
that is power of thought
to wreck my world
One line said as boy meets girl
and boy curls
as structure unfurls
onto chaos and swirls

Language constrains beauty
now fields walk through me