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