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