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.