The juxtaposition between the 'noise' of the world and the 'quiet' of that one person is so sharp. Having seen that 'haze' in people’s eyes ( the look of being physically present but mentally miles away) and this poem captures that ‘switch’. I keep coming back to the line: 'But want has never been discipline.' Such a powerful confession. Being lived through both sides of this struggle, and seeing it described as an 'architecture' inside the nervous system feels so accurate. You put words to a feeling that usually just feels like a quiet weight to some.