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