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.