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.

In the realm of paper and ink, It helps thoughts soar, not sink. Neon hues, Won't confuse, Makes vital lines glow in a blink.

I am a tool used to row, but I sound like a choice between two. I help you move through the water, but I am not a motor. What am I?

A sweet herb for topping in the pizza threat and thus everyone is on there feet