Subterranean homesick blueness

Where are you from?
From my mother’s womb.
Actually from star stuff by way of your mother’s womb.

Atomic numbers adding
^to clandestine myopic strategies
Incorporated into finial decadence
^delivered from past lives
To future lies from present mistakes
^littered on the highways
A field study done undercover
^of stars that fairly faint in color
Foisting ideograms past their prime
^noticing the collective mimetic thrashing
Wildly in the night iguana sunspots
^delivered to master cannibalistic earthworms
Believed to foster subversive verses
^the kind that ferrets its wisdom insidiously
Beneath the thunder
^silence rains