so the riptide begins with sweeping zealots

the old man hides amongst the dogs

so the riptide begins with sweeping zealots 
secretly smirking through toothy grins and pretending to fly
  because their traffic has no realistic reason to question
    why the shoreline of sanity has begun to fade from view
and their gold temples of conformity will sing, rejoice, plead and wail
      burning and rewriting all that was known
and the blessed will scream nonsensical negative orgasms
  until the almighty plunge backwards into obedience and darkness and decay begins
recycling itself into heavenly submission

             once more

all the while the heretical thinkers will be censored
  and driven like pagan snakes back into hidden holes of survival
    begging for meager mental morsels of scientific truth
  to filter through clandestine subterranean pores

...thurlo.