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