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