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