I understand why they call us locusts
We are a plague
But only in a world rich in insulation of drink water
We come without insulation
We p? pure ring boundaries out of mead
Our wake is your future
If you peer into our dusty wake
You will see your future
Calling to you
Co-mingling with others
The laughter of our children fills the air with so many languages
Mothering themselves onto another zodiac
Crowd surfed to the edge of the raft
Like at the World's Fair at the ?
Like our adventures in next to the Flushing's Airport
The madness of miracle of small machines and children's heads turning this into hope