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