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