Frantic Summer · Dazaiosamu
O, We, Chaotic in the Twenty-Second Century
Silent, darkly suspended celestial bodies, unheeding,march on without restThey have long grown weary of the radio signals in their own veins,restless and freighted with too much expectation Step down the stairsA human shadow quivers in the swaying summer grassIf our eyes meetevery outing of ours seems then to take place at nightand yetlove in the twenty-second centuryits texturekeeps me endlessly dazedthe galaxy washing the ether cleanhangs high above usIf we stop walkinghow are we to face the silence and clamor of this universeAfter all, once August comesapart from a few flowers obediently waiting to be wateredchaotic lives such as ours are bolts already spent Perhaps out of a kind of maternal careyou say, before longwhen we wakewe will discoverthe whole world is only one corner of a beach at winter's endand humankind has never loved summerbecause then it is not only love that diesFaced with you, so cruel and so kindI have no choice but to lay barea lonely and immaculate desire to admire you One evening, thought grew too viscous to wander throughwe drift like spiritsback into your dark room—a universe in its infancyonly to behold “Twenty-Second-Century Love”its faintly warm folds O, chaotic us!Flickering like stars, passing away, restless usIf we gaze at one another—then we are kissing kissing