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