stay for a moment hey november as slipping through your fingers but moving on movement tilts a stroke of time moving as it is one after another which blows statues as if immune to others for you have to chase silence to silence as a beacon of an impending crisis of boredom some of which i practice a scroll rolling as cinema where will you encounter me how dimensional when rusty hold on as if redeeming myself in a piece of profound writing on sale how are we supposed to meet these days stirring centuries old emotions i ain’t no sage hence we have no enemies hold no grudges rotting into novelty abandoning its shoes a sense of unintentional unity in composition somehow flowing open edited desolate windows and don’t get me wrong (there’s no way you can get me wrong) i wish the blab were genuine moreaway into an urge your heart speaks a sign language or else i’m gasping for after and it must be now let me explain your alibi escapes me a swift agenda catapulting into an impenetrable waste of eternity flinching your while what did you see then imagination thrown at itself fireworks as we move along propagating a moss between you and me and all the tabs making friends notifying reassuring someone thinking about me at the other end of to what pops up for attendance now some pretensions some i’m industrious and all of it is readership disposable place ever seizing a body so that the movement shoots in all directions this one lies half a page long say december an abyss a mind been a long Sunday month as you mightn’t guess things settle as the most exciting ones could’ve happened in between utterances i no longer recall what used to to begin with who would publish this the gaze of those several weighs on me they clutch we understand we’re not like them or are we firework colors redeem themselves better than i exposing your chase to the world when you approach look closely blinking sabotaged i’ve been there before made of the same spectrum still can’t wrap my head around you such a paradox behind a metaphor behind a veil of hope of being together of the possibility of like together within the same mind why is it so lonely to articulate to say well november i’m already exhausted and yet still if we both made it this far still better keep going or else cinema aftershocks so much for the writer’s instructions for the submission window the editor and the lack of fair closure

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Elnura Huseynova is an experimental poet from Baku, Azerbaijan. She is the author of a poetry book Vujudnameh (“Embodiment”) and has co-authored a collaborative poetry collection entitled ” ” with Nijat Mamedov. Elnura’s ongoing ghostbook project Turkachareh (“A Remedy”) challenges conventional publishing practices and explores the poetics of impermanence by haunting Baku’s urban space. Her English poems have appeared in Dadakuku, Ranger Magazine, Berkeley Poetry Review, and Rabbit: a journal for nonfiction poetry.