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