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