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