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)