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