at  first they think they hear a    
   bird, an elusive call they  can't  
  place, and they will linger. lured  
  by the trills (we create synthetic  
  trills to saturate and confuse the  
   senses)  they edge nearer. until   
  they  are suddenly too close. then  
  our full call in all it's majesty,  
  piercing them and enflaming a fake  
   love   to   drench  all  others!   
                                      
                        
                                      
                        
                                      
   and then,  we quickly  pull  away  
  that new love, and  they  shall be  
   like  moths,  searching  for any   
   glimmer, anything to nurture this  
   new and fiery  need we instilled   
      in      their      hearts.