Aweman leapt up to the lip
of a big-ass building and pounded
his chest.
His spectacular powers
were leashed and contained.
He looked out
on the city and knew
who's best. And of course,
not of course, but in fact:
It was him.
He was. His awe-vision swept
the skies
and streets for a sign
of his nemesis.
Then, he swooped
straight down on his head
in the nick of time,
and missed.
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