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