This was my magnum opus and I didn't know it

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Wasn't raised to move laterally
Scale a tree, clueless; every nuance cancels another out
Whatever becomes of those days spent folded in on oneself
What happens to a desire if it's been subjected to marination inside the bone
If you're seated enough does everything become condemned to expiration
Will every pearl of wisdom stockpiled inevitably dissolve
There's no foundation for the self to grow around
The ego is in agony but can't wrap itself around the root
How many forms of corrosion can one be faced with simply through succumbing
Helplessness is the easiest thing to learn but bears the hardest pills to swallow
I try to trace myself over sharper reflections but the psyche's too abstact to act as a muscle
Memory and resolve seem to decay tangentially
My blood won't be roused into circulation without a potent enough cause
I don't know how to go about harbouring it when I've never ascertained heat and smothering on separate scales
Does being in stasis take away from the significance of falling backwards?
Can I even say that you pulled a string when it was already in suspension?
Does it even make sense for me to have been moved at all?