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)