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