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.