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