Laetitia’s Decree: “I, Happiness, Happen”


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!

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Aloke
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Wonderful poem. Past master in manipulating words and language to create beautiful poetry.

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