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