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