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