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)