Not a target I mean,
 - Why did you wake up then?
 I mean, I don't see a specific target.
 I don't see where it is,
 But he whispers to me there:
 In front of me, on my side, behind, above, in me.
 Objectives alone receive attention and focus,
 Just like facts and illusions that seek their place in the cognition...
 It's strange that your feet are heavy
 as if you were carrying a mountain,
 While your hands are empty and your mind is empty,
 Fills you with a sense of overflow and longing for the possible...
 _ Possible duty, oh this!
 _ Yes, I must act on the advice of the Iraqi sage.
 Get on a ship to escape the sea.
 _ and what?
 _ Disassemble the ship by a plate... by a plate.
 _ Why?
 to understand;  drowning in the woods,
 Or in nails,
 Or in the hands of the manufacturer?
 _ what about you?
 _ I disassemble myself too...

   Painting by Amir Khatib