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