Going around like a moon, I can be au naturel or tech's boon. If you look up and I am not there, you may see me soon.

I am surrounded by curves, but I do not have bottom. You might find me in McDonald's .

I’m stacked in the kitchen and stacked in the bank, I rise when I’m needed - you’ve got me to thank. Some break me for meals, some chase me instead, I’m daily, I’m doughy, I’m better when spread.

I come in books and boxes. My head comes in different colors. Take me out and scratch my head, better be quick before I’m dead. What am I?

Three I extend, firm in stance, a keeper still in sacred trance. Upon me sat the oracles of old, their tongues ablaze with truths untold. Neither beast nor man am I, yet I have stood where gods drew nigh.