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