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