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