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