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