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