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