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)