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