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