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