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