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