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