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.