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