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