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