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)