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