Gnostics In The Face Poem by Naveed Akram

Then I opened my window, I distanced myself,
Owls were heard, snakes were devoured,
For divinity was beaming on the hearts of the eyes,
One of those organs in some pain and pleasure.

Then I was closing the platform’s door, keeping
Sins sordid, sins worst, so that major grins
Absorbed the face, like the hesitating of ears.

My tensing up of order’s finality was a feather
Of oil, a swinging order from the family of ideas.

This is a display of the groups called godly gnostics.