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.