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)