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.