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