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