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.