A cosmic spiral of dust and flame, where countless stars dwell in my domain. Though far away, I fill the sky, a glowing band that catches the eye.

Arr, matey! Stretchy like a sea serpent, yet bounces with glee, It be the sailor's friend, from storm to calm sea. Keeps us afloat, as we venture on the wild ride, In treasure and tempest, always by our side!

Round and round it goes, Boring through with steady force, Building dreams anew.

It spins and sings with a whirring thrill, carving paths through wood with skill. A trusty friend in workshops bright, it makes the toughest tasks feel light.

I have benches but no table, I have swings but no mood. I can be parallel or a reverse move, I can be a place for a dog or a state of a car. What am I?