If they are ice or silk, you will slip and slide. If they are flannel you will stay warm as in your room you hide. If they are wood pulp a novel you can write. In Excel you can make their cells any height. Spelled differently, it started in Altoona, Pennsylvania, and now it is in seven states. It is a place to buy what you need for your mouth or your plates.

I stamp things shut so none may pry, or bask and bark where sea meets sky. On wax I rest or waves I feel, both mark and beast, what am I?

Backwards effort with forward motion, The wrong way traveled, reverse coasting. Mixed with the lean, an anti gravity potion? Armstrong and Jackson, smooth as lotion. First four a dark look up. Last four you best look down. Together it’s not so easy for me, My feet always stick to the ground.

Size and length, I’m used for scale. Peel me away and give me to a gorilla.

Pre-Sensitive? Shy from flashing bright. Pre-Realism’s done nearly right. An op appears in perfect light. Developed with a room of night, With zero ‘graph’ in sight.