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