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