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