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)