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