Lucid Dreamer
Vincy Kamberk

Dare I ask  
of a sleeping self  
who and what  
to dream about?.  
Dare I dream  
wondering  
all along  
why whoever  
is in there  
won't stop  
touching me  
to fit them  
to serve them.  
Why whoever  
is in there  
won't let me be.  
I have sacrificed  
my earthly  
posessions  
for the gift  
of the sight  
of their  
charred  
aftermath.  
Layers and layers  
of dream traces  
in my faces  
my visions  
are squandered  
washed against  
remote corners  
of the mind  
where  
the faintest ideas  
gather and season  
longing  
to be set free  
from  
the grasp of reason.  
Dare I ask  
this lucid dreamer  
If he can spare  
the will to change?  
With this poem  
I move  
into a space  
where  
I can not be  
touched.  
With this gesture  
I move  
into a pasture  
where  
I can not be  
traced.