When They Control The Directory, You Can’t Look Up

“I know who my lawyer is
(Or at least I know who knows who my lawyer ought to be)
Problem is that I haven’t been able to find him to convince him of that yet – because of how severely I need the right lawyer.

I’ll pay whatever it costs for a private consult to explain exactly why he’s my lawyer – if I could reach him.
I would go for broke to make it so but with the right lawyer , I won’t have to.

Do I sound mighty confident?
I am.
Or, at least, I would be if I could reach him.

I have looked him up and down – nothing
Driven to UVic – they “never heard of him”
Gone to libraries that sent me to Calgary
I have hand written letters that I would not find an address to send to.

Which is how I know he’s my lawyer.
Because a lot has gone into making sure I can’t find him
So I can’t let him know
Why he’s my lawyer &
Why I deserve to sound so confident.”

X later came to find that her confidence failed to account for how tight the bind of her confines truly were. She did not find her lawyer. They controlled everything the blue light touches, leaving her little but breadcrumbs to work with.