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