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.