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