Mediterranean Dreamer

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