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