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)