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