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

Recollection

At times, when I slip
I’ll quickly find my grip
By recalling all that did
A nostalgic little number on me

The slow-paced sundown walks
As the night starts shift
And the day knocks off
And our eyes become locks 
Without skeleton keys

Those spritely little moments
Ironclad with rich components
Color face with weathered wholeness
Fulfilling all that’s loved and lonely

Yes, I recall of all that’s shown me

Troubled water stills over time
And troubled friends fight mud with wine
And sharing spills fulfills the night
Until the day gives way and sheds some light

Yes, I recall of all that’s tall 
Long-winded-well and taught me right

I recall the fights that claimed my nights
My deadlight eyes deadlocked in fright
With nothing wrong, but what’s behind those dead eyes
A trauma praised on a shelf with a well-worthy price

I recall the sick distance thick wickedness falls
As it chased and displaced my young courtesy walls
Until a hellfire burned its way into an adolescent heart
A psychological branding, demanding false starts
I recall such repetition, 
Mass-produced, coerced attrition
A rebellion, inborn, intrinsic
To kill you young or turn you wicked

I recall the return to vision
A step away from old traditions
A finding place for feeling well
A wishing face, no need to sell

I recall nostalgic tallies
Striking deep in verdant valleys
Hands that clasp beside our hips
And clinking cans and taking sips

All our silly little quips
We recollect and relish in 
Embellishing what’s relevant
And banishing what's not, degenerate

It seems this recollection 
Has found its rear-head reverence
In our tight-knit little squad
A collection of lost and found redemptive souls 
That embodies the epitome of weird and odd