In chrysalis — with Adagio

When the shadow is on the gloom  
the moon is in metamorphosis  
and in slow detox  
Saturn has lost it's festoon  
and the soul is in a chrysalis  
lusting for a raven's caul  
 
When the whispers reach exodus  
and the stars in Pavlovian flair  
The raven fouls the messenger  
To cinch his breath  
To pinch his breadth  
To seek shallow in place of insight