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