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