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