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