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