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.