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)