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