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