Here in the Floating World
Reality maintains itself
In a highly volatile state
To a Nobel gas
Quite dissimilar
Ever ready to make
A phase change
Of one kind or another
Whether that means
Coming home drunk
Prepared to admit
To many mistakes
Or else quickly
Picking up stakes
And packing the
Calistoga wagon
In every case
To an uncertain future
We in the Floating World
Are forever bound
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