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