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