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)