response to a poem on a window

someone copied this poem onto a window. next to it, i composed:

there is no learning to attain
at MIT or beyond.
no mind to haunt
with difficult questions

set it all aside:
the past, evaporated
the future, fantasy
the present, unspeakable

set aside benefit and extraordinary.
stop making past
to fit in
with phantoms

with benefit and world set aside
and acceptance not willed,
even the ordinary
saves the universe

forget forgetting
and institutional bondage.
there is only one difficult question:
who is reading this?