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