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)