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