It is the role of a poet ( again! ) is that how you greet a predecessor? what part of silence dont you comprehend?

I am not interested in your business Take its mischievous misery from me Lose it somewhere beyond the horizon A border gone everywhere and between Where the spirits of the ancestors doze Where is the algorithm or the meme That was wanted all along to condense Of the thought in a memory of time Particles under extreme temperatures A trail of an inchoate despair Beyond the Chaos is freedom from fear