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