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