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