ok nevermind found it in a book

She wrote a poem?

Copyright©2004 -- Zyxpsilon (already published in Anthology, btw)...

Loops of the spiral

This minute doesn't last.
Fact is, as soon as a real needle hits the
ground, it has and will have bounced back where
it is.
Coincidently or eternally.
Gravity knocks time forward immediately after
any motion has had irrational effects on your
previous perception of a reality.
Later on, before it even starts, a chaos has
settled in a loop bound to recycle a physical
representation of everything within your reach.
Collapsing in the present, all objects of a
past are spiraling to a future which has yet to
begin.
Contradicting every laws of a magic world
called conscience until it snaps again like it
was meant to be.
In a limitless second of nothingness.
Curving at you.
Forever and never.

Wax melts thick

Warmth as it should, cold in drips
and burnt by time.
Thicker than coats of arctic winds
glooming aside these lights.
Everlasting liquids that constantly sift
through air and fire induced blue
under yellow heat.
The rope of a stick keeps twisting that
single funnel of carbonic fumes.
Consuming matter slick enough to melt
before vanishing in glows
of softness or lightness.
Until it has bent the fabric
of smell and vision.
Of our sickness and timelessness.
Above tips burning although slowing
the inevitable absence of a candle.
Tougher and brighter than a brick.
Still as it could, hot and yet adrift in time.
Not wax but rather glimpses of a trick.

Or maybe your a poet
And you just don't know it.

Fixed. 

Ok, NOW you're scaring me!