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