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