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