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