Where does time go when it’s gone?

Space is the final montpelier:
mountains tamed
fields dreamt
plants moved inside (atmosphere things)

all bent to the will: as instructed
power power, boiling tower
overflow your mouth on morrows

ought to have a bite to chew
unlimited merry goo
money more and that's we want
carry forth and taunty taunt

one-ish life but maybe more
'ligeon rife with varied ore
golden titan lead(er) loom
spinning faces onto doom

fate unsaid but mechanism
order order chaos schism
wonder when it's never nor
always always with before.