Stalking Outside the Walls

Information is physical,
And so must be significance,
But the first you can quantify—
The second, so far, not a chance.

Imagine them modalities,
With information as your sight,
And significance the noises
You hear in a cabin at night,

Curtains pulled and your eyelids shut—
Black hours you know rain’s coming down,
And that’s the wind blowing, but what
The hell is that, that other sound?