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)