Jurisprudence

I am not he.

I am even not myself; even not me. 

Ever, am I searching.

I cater not to thee; words of candor escape from me often enough; loose statements from a fidgety imbecile.

Regardless, I am not he. 

How is it? 

How, I ask, is it I care for those who do better unto me than I do by myself? 

Accusations shortcut this process.

Place

You can't seem to do right.
Lights hung high; damp & cold; I cannot leave this place.
For a moment, I stare.
Low; I feel low.
Dark, damp; the smell of steel; a large room where they toil for minor penance.
A pestiferous place, a cavernous hall; a dangerous place.
Entangled in a web of my own foolishness; vapid, inescapable motions make my temperature rise.
Alone, again; finding no way; lost in this damned place.