One foot first
then the other,
he stepped inside,
warm ambience
enfolded him,
greetings from
arms open wide…
friendly faces,
smiles seemingly
sincere,
but for only
seconds
before those arms
turned on him,
shoving him out
with smiles
vanishing into
murky atmosphere
he stumbled backwards
over the darkened line
not to be missed
(it was there
for their purpose)
a tug
from the welcome
being extracted
out of his trusting heart
gave him pause
How many rings?
How far
from the inner circle
did he land?
And does it really matter?
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