Within the Quilt of Demand - Shannon Wright

What could hinder this haste

Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain

In all this muzzled distaste

I brush the vial hoping to misplace

Cover me with soil and tread

Drape me with flames this frock of disdain

Stop this sunken ravine pull out the slate

From under me

This kingdom in the quilt of demand

Forces the conquer of the plan