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