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