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.