The Shrine / An Argument video - by Sean Pecknold
“I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn. Underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children- they were there and then were gone. And I wonder what became of them: what became of them? (Sunlight over me no matter what I do.) I’m not one to ever pray for mercy or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine, but that day, you know, I left my money and I thought of you only (all that copper glowing fine). And I wonder what became of you: what became of you? Sunlight over me no matter what I do!”
“In the morning, waking up to terrible sunlight all diffuse, like skin abuse, the sun is half its size. When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes! In the morning, in the morning. In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote; in the driveway, pulling away, putting on your coat! In the ocean, washing off my name from your throat! In the morning, in the morning.”
