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