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)