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)