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=== User: Please provide a detailed breakdown of the following poem: ===
Please provide a detailed breakdown of the following poem:

Slips

Twisted grip
Deciding which
Ring of the rung to use
To loosen the stitch

It sometimes comes off
As the refusal of a wish
The acceptance of a failure
Seems the farther of the later

And the ladder grows higher
As the laughter grows louder
And the levy grows wider
Drawing in more of my one-body soldiers

It seems that the mood
Lies in the eye of the beholder
And oh how those eyes like to dart
Between the back of the head 
And the front of the heart

And who knows
When, why, or where
The slips like to start
This rapid repetition
Like a finely honed and harnessed art

A skill footing bill
At the top of the arch
Quickly wriggling to relaxing
From and to, right back to the start

It happens so fast
I miss the light from the sparks
And slips blow all the bulbs
Leaving me in the dark
Under sea just enough
Where the rays trace no more
As blank as the space 
Filled by an underscore

And some days come
In waves of 30 or more
And I find the only hug I seek
Is the cold one felt from hugging floor

Finding reasons, 13 more
And a 14th will take me
Through hard frame-ed door
Where I find peace of mind

Post haste of letting slip
My dogs of self-unrightous war.

But that’s not all these slips are for.