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