belief is a moth

belief is a moth
it arrives in the night
bringing the faith
and chasing the light
if a and b then probably
most probably
you + me

fancy is a bird
she sings
gliding you over silver streams
whistling the damndest things
something about
probability

hunger is the thing that snores
cracking dreams
and mopping floors
bringing you down
like gravity's whore
nothing's certain
anymore