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.