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