Sun sparkles dance cross the ceiling
Its beams slice through
The bathtub
Long wide slender
Slicing walls through the water
Without substance
Knife without pain
Yet slicing and dicing
And dancing with glee
The pale white ceiling
Where it hovers
And laughs at me

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