Sealed

She said where are you? Speak to me, you’re
behaving like you’re hermetically sealed.

Does she mean airtight, how it had to be in alchemy
when trying to create the philosopher’s stone?

When nothing can get in or out, completely incorruptible,
safe from destructive forces, including oxygen.

So I am now a mixture of materials secured in a glass
vessel, my neck fused with the Seal of Hermes.

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