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