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