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