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