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