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