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