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