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