Tumble

a rolling shadow across the blisterland
sand barely displaced by the ramble
momentum staying in motion
leaving no trace of its revolution
gone the way of the breeze-
a skeleton in purgatory
bundled in the tumbleweed styx
shepherded by the charon wind
navigating barren infinity
destined to death by crumbling-
through the valley of the lonely
a lost sunset silhouette
defenseless against the windshackle
leaves no footprints, no grave, dust-
the land feels no pain for ghosts
never gets to know nomads,
ashes to nameless ashes
respite in pieces, back to fragments,
relieved from perdition-
allowed to be nothing instead.