The Itch I Can't Reach: (as interpreted by Alberto Roman)

Scratch an itch...oily skin on fingers over muscle,tendons, blood and bones.

What hearted creature isunlike this?

The organism.

Water in.Food in.Oxygen in.Information in.

Noises out.Heat out.Moisture out.Carbon dioxide out.Matter out.

Simple. Common. Universal.

I can hear the gurgling of myjuices extracting life from thefood. I can feel the pulse of myheart carrying nutrients in my bloodthroughout.

Cells dying and birthing, dyingand birthing in us all, always,until the last smile when somethingis freed.

Ah, yes. Hello.

Thank you for showing up before then.

How could you let me sleep for so long? Did I missanything important while I was away?

Oh, well let's not be too dramatic.

What hearted creature am I who acts so separate,alone from my hearted brothers?

Could you hand me the back-scratcher?

I have an itch I can't seem to reach.