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