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)