So far from here, and yet — like moth to flame, that alien world of drought and indifference. Where day is so bleached by light, it's burnt in my eye at night.
An abrasive scrubland of parching wind and ultraviolet radiation; A tinderbox of accelerant and the fear of phantom smoke; Where fire sired eucalypt, wilt in midday sun; And browning leaf keep falling but Autumn is not calling...
Out there, the red-stripe snake and spider eat the Eastern Brown Snake. Out there six-foot rat and bird are bipedal, and ten-foot flying shadow prey upon your dog. Out there meat ant strip body to bone, while swarm of fly plague the shade and cicada sound a siren.
But out there — is peace, for people are not there. And so like vampire I hide in lair, until the Milky Way I stare. Such this summer for sinner. Beware, beware the convict out there.