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