Such a state would exhibit “long-range amorphous order,” where each molecule feels and affects the position of every other, so that in order to move, they must move as one.
-Natalie Wolchover, Quantamagazine, March 11, 2020
A phase state of matter, akin
to liquid or crystal, theorized
to exist but never seen. Durations
too long to witness, slow cooling
of eons, thermometer of infinity.
The lock and key of molecules
fixed between flux and totality.
vanishing point of entropy,
sinkhole of radiation,
stability redoubled
by everyday wormholes
surfing room temperature.
When nothing moves but the whole
nothing moves. Yet randomness
survives just this side of Plato’s dreams,
a morass of desire floundering
on its conceptual architecture,
divisiveness the guarantor
of unborn potential.
May we never gaze upon this glass
from which all entropy is banned,
neither here nor on it’s other side
whose shadows we may prove to be
though not yet embalmed by history
nor bled of dimensionality.
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