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