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.