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.