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)