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