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.