Whoa.. post hook up flow

Quibble and spar for days / Or scribble charts from human waves / Frivolous bars to play / Over the hills and far away / Unmarked grave over which a tire swing hung and twisted / Higher rungs in each fist exhibited / River runs; stone gets molded to fit / Silver tongue doing the Iron Lotus / Until she sighs and explodes in bliss / Tipsy holdover from the infinite precipice / Recipe to re-set me / Sky collects, watery breath / Facial spray crests and ride the reverie / Like Icarus fell only to land on a jet-ski