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)