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)