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.