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.