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