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