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.