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