I, Laetitia – I decree I happen!
In the soul’s sublimate and subliminal state,
Whom the twists of fate misshapen,
I unwind! Come! Seek me! Visit!
I grant visas and vistas with no use-by date! Soul-twisted ones! Stay or transit –
Sojourn when-where you please
But in abode and adjourn, rest and return To weal that springs release –
I, Laetitia, I am psyche-kinetic:
Psycho-kinetic gods grant provenance – But only I lift the spirit! Focused thought on Agony Amazing poems on Happiness Deft words on Spirit
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