Bless the wings, don't let me drown (more poetic bait-and-switch)

Last month, as documented in "Chil the Kite and the Day of Doom," I searched for a brief poem from Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book, clicked the link, and found that even though it was the right web address (which displayed the right poem when I refreshed), it was displaying something totally different: the 66th stanza of Puritan poet Michael Wigglesworth's 1662 poem The Day of Doom.

The two keys have come up again, and in the comments on "Clavis avis, clavis Dav'is," WG is asking questions about what the keys might be and what they might be for. This made me think of the 1991 Moody Blues album Keys of the Kingdom, and I wondered whether any of its tracks might provide sync clues. I looked at a track listing, and the one that caught my eye was the second track, "Bless the Wings (That Bring You Back)" by Justin Hayward, since it takes two wings to fly. I rarely listen to that album and didn't know the lyrics very well, so I looked them up on Google -- which, bizarrely, produced this:

All the clickable links are to the lyrics of the song I asked for, but under the first link Google displays the lyrics of a completely different song -- it turns out to be the 2014 song "Drown" by Bring Me the Horizon -- which it still calls "Bless the Wings (That Bring You Back)" and credits to Justin Hayward.

As with the Kipling-Wigglesworth mix-up, it's hard to see how this could have happened. The two songs are completely different, and "Drown" doesn't even include any of the key words like bless or wings. The closest match is "bring me home again," which is conceptually similar to Hayward's "bring you back across the shore," though the only shared word is bring.

Here are the two songs:

I began this post by referencing the Chil the Kite incident. That post includes the web address -- https://poetrynook.com/poem/now-chil-kite-brings-home-night -- which was inexplicably displaying The Day of Doom, so I pasted it into my address bar just now to see if the glitch could be replicated.

This time I got neither Kipling nor Wigglesworth but a series of "prose poems and experimental poems" by one Michael R. Burch. This time I thought to get a screenshot to "prove" it:

This Michael R. Burch is not at all to my taste, but I dutifully read through all his "prose poems" in the name of sync. Only this one caught my eye:

I found a stone ablaze in a streambed, honed to a flickering jewel by all the clear, swiftly-flowing millennia of water... and as I kneeled to do it obeisance, the homage of retrieval, it occurred to me that perhaps its muddied underbelly, rooted precariously in the muck and excrescence of its slow loosening upward ... might not be finished, like a poem brilliantly faceted but only half revised, which sparkles seductively but is not yet worth

ecstatic digging.

Why not try clicking that Poetry Nook link, reader? What will it take you to?