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