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