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