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