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.