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