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