Would Turn Out To Be

claiming me without my tribe, it's what you're doing. you're doing this
doing this
helping me to name my colors, and i feel a little warm.
i am Lithuania, just pulsing and last temple standing.
but there is more to this than moon beams and word-charms
and i like the sea for more than the salt
and the water keeps me whole, keeps me under
pulls me under.
slip into my waters, it's only just wandering.
and i won't abandon my tribe, yet feel my bricks revolve, my plaster peeling
under thick sun
but i have learned to wear sunscreen and fish out the ultra-violet.
your bishops have prepared for me this crossing, and i know
that you know that i'll force the sword
but before i cross i'll hold out and run about
untying all my rope
is it me, is is you, this twisting of my fires?
i am Lithuania, just pulsing and the last temple falling.