2257: This is my dry stone wall

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This is my dry stone wall
[delineating my extent &
boundary] – I draw it out

in acres square – scaling
at 1:10000 on A4 sheets –
I know every edge – Here

sit eye-weighted shapes
used in this construction
of my bone-fest [debility

a default – hoof & boot’ll
threaten falls] – Grit will
slip beneath my skin as

long as auld slabs nestle
on my stacked perimeter –
Drop down [shelter now]

as bare gales rage & rattle
us both [my repair’ll start
in my V-shape vacancies]

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