WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.260 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.260 --> 00:00:06.520 align:middle line:84% "Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome" 00:00:06.520 --> 00:00:10.960 align:middle line:84% I approach a harp abandoned in a harvested field. 00:00:10.960 --> 00:00:16.300 align:middle line:84% A deer leaps out of the brush and follows me in the rain, 00:00:16.300 --> 00:00:20.380 align:middle line:84% a scarlet snake wound in its dark antlers. 00:00:20.380 --> 00:00:23.710 align:middle line:84% My fingers curled around a shard of glass, 00:00:23.710 --> 00:00:26.560 align:middle line:84% it's like holding the hand of a child. 00:00:26.560 --> 00:00:30.020 align:middle line:84% I'll cut the harp strings for my mandolin. 00:00:30.020 --> 00:00:34.060 align:middle line:84% Use a frame as a window in a chapel yet to be built. 00:00:34.060 --> 00:00:37.120 align:middle line:84% I'll scrape off its blue lacquer, 00:00:37.120 --> 00:00:39.010 align:middle line:84% melt the flakes down with a candle 00:00:39.010 --> 00:00:43.360 align:middle line:84% and ladle, and paint the inner curve of my soup bowl. 00:00:43.360 --> 00:00:45.250 align:middle line:90% The deer passes me. 00:00:45.250 --> 00:00:47.830 align:middle line:84% I lower my head, stick out my tongue 00:00:47.830 --> 00:00:51.250 align:middle line:84% to taste the honey smeared on its hind leg. 00:00:51.250 --> 00:00:55.690 align:middle line:84% In the field's center, I crouch near a boulder engraved 00:00:55.690 --> 00:01:00.040 align:middle line:84% with a number, and stare at a gazelles blue ghost, 00:01:00.040 --> 00:01:03.300 align:middle line:90% the rain falling through it. 00:01:03.300 --> 00:01:04.000 align:middle line:90%