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.