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