Answer:
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
Drop me and the world will shatter. You can always find me where you empty your bladder.
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.