I scattered myself from the equator to the edges of the world after burning in a fire that drew the weight from my body and flung me to the wind.
Where land I touched, I transformed. In pieces, I reconnected through ground, laced tight tectonic plates, and found myself again in alien soil born of this ashen earth.
Charred bone fragment and teeth; sift me from the numerous ash piles of my rebirths and carve me into dice. Dot the pips with ebony and collect me in a box of teak wood scented with sacred. Red ribbon is welcome.
Save the dice for my next lifetime. Watch me then roll across the belly of the globe and
remember.