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)