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