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