I have heard that glass is a liquid.
We have a glass-paned cabinet
In our home
So old that the glass
Seems to have flowed downward with time
Toward the bottom of the panes,
And it seems that it may continue on its path,
Unless it were to break,
Until someday, perhaps,
The glass might just simply
Flow out of the cabinet
To the floor on which it sits,
Thus proving that life is changing
Minutely, imperceptibly
Ever beyond our ken
Until we can take notice no more.
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http://math.ucr.edu/home/baez/physics/General/Glass/glass.html
I hope that resolves any mistake of scientific theory in my poem. I am not often called on to be that scientifically correct in my attempts at literature. However, I acknowledge that despite the differences between art and science, there really should be no reason to throw inadequate science in a poem just because it is convenient. The sense of the poem was correct, I think, anyway.
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