Answer:
What asks but never answers?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.