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