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