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