It's the kind of blip I can't resist:
The iPhone mistakenly labels
A track meant for Zen Meditation
Called "Echo of the Sacred"
As "Echo of the Scared." Indeed.
Sometimes a tiny error reminds me
Of what is true about error, deep
Below the broken seas of peace,
The ubiquity, the sacred fear
Of randomness ready to release
Each tranquil moment from pure
Tranquility is the word please.