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