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