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