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