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