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