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