Brown and dead, A body with no head. Found in water and not buried underground, Floating away and not sinking down.

An amber elixir Great by the lake Gets me so excited I start to shake

Threshed wheat, unpainted plank. Old film, saltwater tank. With me is smooth, Against me a rebel. Pressure and time form a sediment pebble.

Mostly used on flooring. Others use it to apply BBQ sauce. People call their disheveled quaff this.

I decide victory without ever chasing it. My steps are tiny; my shadow is vast. Threaten me once and time pauses. Trap me twice and the world ends. I borrow power, hide in corners, and when I can’t move, no one can. Who am I?