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)