The worm of enlightenment ( A tongue in cheek eye view ;))

It burrows deftly beneath

war blackened armoury.

It must have entered through

an unguarded ear, I think.

Dancing upon the drum

of inaugural beats.

Lodged in the frontal cortex,

conversing through its backward train

of thought. Seeking

Balance and harmony,

battling authority

of minds irregularity,

biting on clarity

biting on clarity

biting on clarity,

never to let it go.