Within The Quilt Of Demand

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