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