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