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