Only that

A  jumble of words

refusing to be a sentence

A bunch of sentences random

rebelling against grammar's regiment

Disjointed thoughts

yawned at moment's blankness

Or lazy hours trying to make

a day out of emptiness

Many meanings past

the ensemble of comprehension

Many ways to even

recite, croon or read

Not one but the one who scribed it

may truly know its extent

What it means

what it leaves unsaid

Appealling to the reader's pith

and hitherto undisclosed fervent

Hinting at the days

that perhaps never were

That which means

a different meaning to each

That which changes

without changing over time

That which is layered

unto and beyond itself

That and only that

is truly a poem

Rest is mere words

wasted at the altar of reason or rhyme