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