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)