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)