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