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