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