You Make Meaning, but You Can Only Keep Information

History is written by the writers.
Synchronicity’s the enemy; time
Never is. Grandpa was an animal.

He was omnivorous, tall, and long-lived.
Information turns out to be the same.
Time is palindromic in equations.

It’s something you would miss without writing.
Sometimes, it seems enough, like it should be
Enough information’s preserved. Writing

Reminds you information is preserved.
Whoever writes history’s a winner
In that way. Not grandpa, an animal

Who lived long and briskly and ate a lot
But didn’t preserve much information.
It’s only when you try to synch these up.