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