Invisible Prison Poem by Joseph DeMarco

“Those who don't know their history
Are condemned to repeat themselves.”
For we are reincarnation's red-headed step child
Beaten by the wicked path,
Repeating ourselves occluded by our amnesia
Walking where ourselves once were,
Unaware that we were ever there,
Unaware that the mistakes of our ancestors
Were OUR MISTAKES,
And the delusion grows deeper
As we CONTINUE
To build the walls of our BLACK IRON PRISON
Bigger
Taller
More complex
Moving further from enlightenment,
Further from the truth;
The rabbit hole is real
And few except Buddha and Jesus
Have ever been to the other side and back to tell about it;
The hollow hologram that holistically envelops
Like a matrix, a maze,
A maze with no end,
A prison with no escape
And no real reason for being
Other than it was built
By its prisoners.
PKD may have said it best:
'So-called reality is a mass delusion that we've all been required to believe For reasons totally obscure.'