I Walked in the House

I walked in the house on the flat aspect of the wood I took rectangular instruction of the wood when I walked I turned at the wall and on the flat I moved steadily unimpeded, not tumbling, climbing or short of breath. I walked in ease on the flat. Something electric charged into our account and zinged out of it, pre-instructed and paid for the house. I felt house on my heel then instep and toe. I had a bad foot and I paid to get it fixed so I could walk here. I paid for the house and I paid for the foot that touches it. I paid to be directed rectangularly and down a hall. I curved my body to direct my waste through a hole. I am helped and paying for it. all of me exchanged, housing exchange. I saw us standing up in the world. And we sank into exchange vibrating transparency like a sea nettle afloat in the night sea the edges of the sea-veil tensed slapping above, visible when the wind crevassed and doilied If there is a ceiling to exchange and above it sky I don’t can’t see it and I don’t know why I want it above my house which is crystalline gel edges because the whole world’s disappeared viewed as exchange I broke my arm and the window integrally to exchange. I paid someone to fix me and improve the window, triple-glazing it, and warmer I rebounded       knit in knit up. All parties to the event’s aftermath were paid. Suppose I did not go in pain to hospital, did not visit and revisit for x-rays, left the window smashed and sat here by it, stuck up among the crystalline and cold. I was painful and determined not to play, and with the other unemployed weighed — the ghostship sagged with holes. —So you want to be a thing outside exchange? Drain out the dying bath see what color you are? The coin changed hands identical      with a will to transact.