I stand expecting something immense.
I don't know why I expect its arrival.
I know this feeling writhing in my chest isn't fading.
I know not what comes.
But I know I must prepare.
Poised and anxious.
Confident but questioning.
Nearest I can picture:
I stand, a broad presentation, tense and feeling challenged, dared even.
I stand on The Cliff facing The Great Wave.
All I can say is, "Let's see what you've got. 'Do your worst, for I will do mine.'"
Après moi, le déluge.
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