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.