Wrestling angels

When was the first time
you heard thunder?
When you thought god stomped his foot?
Or that angels were wrestling?

Can you remember
those days of innocence?
When naivety tasted like genius;
satisfying and full to the taste.
Giant wings for the noble gods.

Dream of those days
with a smile on you.
Those days when I could hope
of a world with endless milk
and sandwiches.

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