I don’t mean maybe. Nor yet through starland that silver sash. What era’s o’ering? Lang gong late. Say long, scielo ! Sillume, see lo! Selene, sail O! Amune! Ark!? Noh?! Nought stirs in spinney. The swayful pathways of the Word-Faith teachers have desecrated our Lord. Jesus Christ did not wait passively for liberation. And for that one! While flattering candles flare. Anna Stacey’s how