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