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