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