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)