I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.
“I adore clothes, I adore drinking. I just don't have the time or the inclination to totally indulge in it.”
“It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information.”