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