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