The   Train    Is    A   Dashing   Arrow 
 Over              The               Sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 Look   Closer    -   It'S   Not   Water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 The Lowland Which  Was Once  The Midriff 
 Of  Sweden.  The  Salt  Flats  Span  For 
 Hundreds  Of Miles. From  A Narrow  Line 
 Of  Hills The  Train Lowers Itself  Onto 
 The Crystals And  Shoots North,  Like  A 
 Syringe       Into       A       Baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 They  Call  It  The "Mandelbrot Crater", 
 And It Is The Rest Of A Mining Disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 Sun  Hits The Four-Railed  Track,  As It 
 Fractures Into  Villages  Or Past  Them. 
 The  People Here  Are  Pale  But  Crisp, 
 Reflections   Of    Some   Other   World 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 They Always Seem A  Bit Annoyed That You 
 Are  Manifesting   Them   Into  Physical 
 Form. Like  If You  Weren'T  Here,  They 
 Would  Be  Nothing  More  Than  The  Sun 
 Against           The           Platform