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