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