wearing   the    tears        
        of  failed workers        
   as  water pearls on her scales     
                                          
     the  two  beams of a  quasar     
                                          
  
      it's, miku, the bright light,       
        the center of the universe        
  
                                          
   launched  to  envelop  the  earth    
  and to watch and open her floodgates  
         even   so   often          
                                          
     to lead the  animal  choir     
                                          
      now she's eyeing you      
     with a  disinterested face     
                                          
       now she's eyeing you       
    tracing the shape of  things    
           to come