So regarding that synesthesia post.
Where I said versimilitude is like green silk falling.
Here is a poem about what versimilitude sounds like and feels like. Because a quick description can't fully discover what versimilitude feels like. Or really much details about it at all. Poetry comes a bit closer, but still can't quite completely get the idea, either.
spilling out like brocade cloths and lace
and verisimilitude falling
like raw silk light green
reflecting and shimmering
against a waterfall of mercury
and then reality has
performed its vanishing act
pools on the floor
a reflecting pond on
a mirror leaving only dreams above
they fly up like
autumn leaves in a whirlwind like butterflies disturbed
along the edge of a
only now reality
refracted light and
puzzle pieces of sky fall to the ground
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