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)