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