Refill Your Pleasure Tank

Initial thoughts:
a grassy whisper/he murmurs her name: I like that conjunction, but the impact is dimished by murmuring a long forgotten name. I wanted to make that connection myself, without the given 'murmuring' link. As it's a whisper, could you do something like: blows|wafts the prairie/a long forgotton name?

inflexible: I'd prefer to see a verb here, something that actively contrasts the immediacy of the moment with the vagueness of the mundane, which is how I read that stanza. Distance implies a horizon, and exhaustion not only suggests 'tiring/tiresome' but also indirectly comments on contemporary life, encapsulated in the idea of exhaust fumes; and that serves to emphasise the familiar 'haze' of horizons, and of course, it connects with the title. That, unsurprisingly, is my favourite line here :>)

all along the way of: a bit vague.

tied crossways and with purpose: I think that line epitomises what Derma described as 'abstract language'. I found myself considering so many interpretations that I lost my 'feel' for the poem as a whole.