Psychic Chasm

Spare me passenger, for when in the mind's eye thy sojourn, Retire terra firma, and all indubitable shall adjourn, Light lies in a lucent litany, now look upon the penumbra unlit, Yonder the yawn of rhythm, in which the weathered have quit. To swim in the subtle shading 'tween light and lack thereof, Is to tread across a torrent that flows as below and so above. I sunk beneath the river styx, the current betwixt my lobes, With a diamond on the left adorned in blackened robes. In decorum of the earring gem during a carbon plenary, Energies be bound around the wearer who hears in memory. Take caution of the static silence that staccatos in thy sight, Before ye light the lantern in the psychic cistern of thy might.