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