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