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