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)