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