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.