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.