The secret to gold

It would seem I have found
Without really looking
An alchemist's crucible
The secret to gold


A vessel to contain
To transform
My baser aspects
And make them shine


I tried to throw them away
Once
Again and again
Striving to disintegrate
The integral
Always returning
In places I wouldn't look
The corners I didn't dust
I could have sworn


I thought it was just a bowl
Magic not forthcoming
As it was nothing I'd ever seek
I wanted something to hold
To cup warm in my hands
To turn blue fingers pink


It could simply be a trick of light
The dull glinting back
But I like the look of it
Finally