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