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