Crash

Cryptic conspiracies collect candidly,
curtained in curiosity,
in the closed corners of my cranium.
Catastrophes collide in a clustered collage
of chaotic colors and crazed choruses.
Chimes change the criminally charged commotion
into a creatively crafted combination of calm and comfort.
Clouds clear and cherubim close in.
A clash of classical caretakers and cruel creatures.