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