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