dark     night,bright  light.  little 
 soot-cat hiding  from the   ion plume. 
                          
 a  grungyteenager,with   soot  smeared 
 acrossher eyes,  under  the  shadow  
 of what  they    call  thespaceship. 
                                 
 a  secret  ordinance aimed  at  the sky, 
 fuel  still  being synthesized  offsite. 
 she's     a      sentinel.        
 she  thinks:    soon  we  will   create 
 cavities   within  the   satellite. 
                                    
 the  spaceship  morphs  ever so  slowly, 
 casting and recasting  shadows as big as 
 entire  districts.  but  currently,  she 
 would be in the open, if not  for hiding 
 in a   hollowed  out  delivery  truck. 
                                          
 spaceship  hovering,   ion exhaust,   
 spore      exhaust,   an   otherworldly 
 snowstorm  of alien  dandruff  (and  the 
 air   perpetually  compromised,   making 
 them  breathe  in  all  sorts   of  nice 
 things   leading   to   all   sorts   of 
 reasonable                       states)