Orisson Blank

[busker]

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

They uncover themselves to form a bodysuit.
She stumbles her way to her feet. 
Crawling up to the summit
she stands 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 walked until twilight
without a single artifact to distinguish before and after
in this endless desert.
Her goggles flickered on in the dark:
blue on the left, red on the right.

She stopped walking.
Collecting her thoughts.
It never occured to look at herself.
On her right arm she found a bar code 
with small text below it reading "blank."

Looking up, appeared a large rusty old wind turbine protruding from the sand.
A bleeched red skeleton in tattered clothing lay propped against it.
Laboring breaths without any lungs,
it looked up at her and down again.

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

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

This isn’t a poem, just prose with line breaks