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.