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