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)