A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the thermometer The moon closed in It was a cold and numbered day If I remember It was time to waste If not It was a memory And there it faded It was thirty by the numbered meters The sun slipped away, fell out It was a full end, imagination in space If I remember It was a gifted part of nothing If not it was a clock And there it stopped It was twenty on the speedometer The wind gave up It was time with space giving way If I remember It was a place called winter If not it was a thought conjured That blew away It was ten by the odometer Morning came to night It was a place to park If I remember It was a slower moving body If not it was a part of darkness And it had passed into sleep It was one by the nonometer The mind froze up becoming zero It was a full stop in mid air If I remember It was a cold and numbing moment If not it was a motion forward And there was nothing there It was zero by the underometer And night filled in the void It was a cold and numbered day If I remember It was a matter of time If not it was something in the dark And there it stayed