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