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