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