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