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