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