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