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