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