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.