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