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