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)