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