The rumble, deep
The sparks and creak of metal,
These are dreams of Smoke and Static

First dreaming piece I have completed in awhile. Surreal dreams at the beginning of the summer have finished with torrids of upheaval to the mental state in the winter.
The year is almost through and it is time to release and let go. Let the towers of the before life crumble and from them we rise. Hissing and fighting, for our shapes and scars made by Smoke and Static