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