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)