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