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)