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