I exist
definitively, but indefinitely.
Apart from myself,
there are strangers with me.
Migrating in all
four of the known dimensions, I'm
Living, leaping
from schedule to schedule all the time;
Ostensibly an
outsider, under half a dozen roofs;
Staying light on my
feet, light in the pack, and bearings-proof.
There is no other
way to write it but the first.
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