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