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