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.