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