The Sleeping Planes: Music

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Elevated beams of oak
Mortar fused with brick and stone
Built to last for my whole life
Built to be my home

Foundation down to bedrock
Measured out so perfectly
Neighbors they are flush with fear
But nothing can get me

Hang the walls with paintings
Every square inch squeaky clean
Deadbolt locks security
I live here unseen

Termites digesting the wood
Beneath painted walls and trim
Cornerstones crack with the cold
Bitter wind gets in

I have a dirty secret
I will keep it till I’m dead
It does nothing real to me
Besides some things are better left unsaid