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