Coppertop The total unknowing of what I am going to write it does not help. The lack of a force to comment on my poems it does not help. There is a faint ache in the back of my head that I cannot define. What is it, I wonder? Insanity finally taking over? My ressurection from the pits of hell? I had the answers once. I don't anymore. Stripped of all I once was and all I never was I wonder if I'm about to relive or about to meet my Maker? Either way... it should be interesting.