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