18: Floored

As if nothing happened; nothing disturbed.
ignorance reverbed and the answer of awkwardness
like silent conversations
and then after - infinite nothing.
By the stroke of the clock,
never met, never talked.
Never saw, never knew.
The vision's askew.

Perhaps all these years of costumed ideas
were dressed up a little too much.
Void of real and raw solutions
like integrity sliced
in half, crushed, and taken.