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