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All I could say is, "fuck it!"

I spent the night 

stalking through the woods,

seeking solace or comfort 

in the company of the moon;

but I knew

when I sat on the veranda

and caught the smell

of a blackberry cobbler

at 3 O'clock in the morning -

I knew 

that my quest

had been in vain

and the answers I sought

awaited within.