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