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