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