Orisson Blank

[MordredBriars]

White burlap rags are
buried in the trough of a dune.
Sand covered goggles stare upward whilst
chunky clouds dance gracefully across the skies.

They uncover themselves to form a bodysuit and
she stumbles to her feet,
crawling her way up to the summit
standing away from the top,
surveying a grand expanse of desert and sky.

Flapping in the wind,
she is hollow on the inside
lacking any organs or skeleton,
just an animated suit
with black goggles.

She walks until twilight,
not a single artifact to distinguish before and after
in this endless desert.
Her goggles flicker on in the dark:
blue on the left, red on the right.

She stops walking
collecting her ever growing thoughts.
It never occured to her to look at herself.
There, on her right arm 
she finds a bar code with small text below it, 
reading 
"blank."

Looking up, a large rusty old wind turbine protrudes from the sand.
A bleeched red skeleton in tattered clothing lies propped against it.
It labors in breaths, without any lungs,
and looks her up and down.

      "Hello Orrison," It says, "Nice to see you."
Orrison remains quietly bemused.
      "I must not have remembered what happened here. Where am I at?" she asks.
      "The beginning," the skeleton said.
"You could stay and chat a while or I can send you to the fading world of Sepia."

Orrison sits down crosslegged next to the skeleton.
      "I'll be going soon. I will sit with you for a while though."
The skeleton looks over at her.
      "Thank you." it whispers.

My advice is to edit some because the poem was in present tense and occasionally would switch to past tense. There are a few words that are added to help it sound just a bit better but I would say this is a lovely piece of work. The picture of a desert wasteland is nicely conjured up and the relationship between skeleton and lady is rather quaint.