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)