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)