I don't want this song to end. My life's wrapped up into this current emotion. There's a vibrating in my chest. The clock says 4:32. All things in my field of vision have risen to a heightened state, and the chair beneath me is falling away. Vibrant colors. A stanza of Mary Oliver comes to mind:
So this is how you swim inward.
So this is how you flow outwards.
So this is how you pray.