Uselessness

I'm from the time
when being Iconic
meant rotating the triangle
on its own axis.

What a timeless memory
of INVERSED ice cream.

Walking in circles,
like a DIZZY cockroach,
without leaving the place...

Not having wings to FLY
when throwing myself off a cliff
but enjoying every second
I have left of air.

Dissipate into AIR
and become MOLECULES.
A cosmic undertaking.
No earthly connection,
just boundless air
floating FOREVER.