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