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