He has the robot,
the eye of the robot.
Entryway
to the death of this child from his own soul.
Child Welfare
could not grasp the situation,
and they did not listen to his tears
as he gave his mother what she wanted,
the rule to hurt me.

He was distraught.
He openly sobbed.
He held my hand from across the table
and squeezed it
as he shook his head no
he didn’t even want to see me one day a week.
He couldn’t even speak.
His emotions had his tongue.
This was blamed on me,
not his unwillingness to betray his love for me.
That red flag was not seen.

I’m left with this picture.
Is that a rule boy?
It’s not a boy in love with life.
I can measure ‘im,
but you’d have to listen to the song “I Never Boy”.
I can’t reach him.
I can’t do anything about this.
I can only go home to America
and try to restart my life,
knowing God doesn’t care.
The divine doesn’t help,
and Sri Aurobindo and the Mother are either liars
or have not the power to save.
I have lost my faith,
and where does a man go who has lost his faith?

My life is over
as far as hope goes.
I just want to die,
but I will not do that
until my time has come.
Thank you for listening to me,
giving the space in your lives
for one such as me.

I tried.
I did my very best,
but lies and deceit carry the day,
the boy’s lies too.
There is nothing else I can do.
If I do not have this boy’s will to see me,
the will that he declares in public,
not his hidden will,
I can do nothing to help him,
and I must leave.
You understand.
It will take some time to leave.
We want to take our dogs,
but the wheels are in motion.
Goodbye.