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