Mu first three, a container most preservative. My last three, sounds like a contagious sleep signal. Put both together and in some places I am grand. A deep crevasse, a scar on the motherland.

In your hand, I wield great power, Changing channels by the hour. A buttoned guide for couch-bound souls, I give my users faraway control.

I am the Ouroboros of apparel With a leather tail and a head of metal Throughout the ages, I am put into place Forever encircled, to gird up man’s waist

some may smoke it, and some may find it on the ocean floor what is it?

Crack my spine, devour me whole, I bring you visions, And never ask a toll. From histories to nuclear fission, We learn many topics. We soar among the stars, Or wash up in the tropics We drive stolen cars, Run amongst the animals, Hold out for a loved ones plight, Or pine for lost Annabelles We have it all within our sights. What am I?