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