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