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