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