Secret Codes Poem by devon da poet

A face I saw, filled with codes.
The lips and jaw, filled with codes.
The eyes had numbers, the ears were of letters.
Secret beauty hidden in codes.
Fifty tombs, thousand swords, fifteen crowns, a head with scores.
Teeth and bones written in codes, kings and priests wrote those codes.
Papers and scrolls, ink in bowls, sixteen rows.
Layers upon layers, cursive penmanship, multi-linguistic.
The future written with fractions and the past being the product of decimals.
The present numbers were calculus, the most complicated picture I have seen.
Then the face turned into a clock, and codes were ticking as the hands of the clock moved.
Then I saw a nose filled with golden digits of even numbers only,
Then cheeks were odd numbers, now that was odd,
Odd numbers of silver digits.
These numbers then formed together a different image depicting a face.
A face with no real appearance or form.
A blurry face I've seen with a sign.
A sign that tells a story,
But to tell the story means I got to start the story all over again.
Fire fell from the codes with the number 7.
A door was burning inside the face, then it opened and there was a room inside the face.
A dark room first, then there was light.
The fire had lit the room.
There were then clothes hanged inside of the room with figures of thousands.
Every tag had a different number for the clothes were numerous.
The clothes were all white.
Then there was an equation.
And the door was shut.
A code was needed to be chosen to rectify the image.
A code that was so subtle.
Can you see the image?
The face is still hidden in the codes.