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