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