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.