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)