Transient

I will always be alone.

A haunter of this inward realm.

Alone in mind yet shroud in self,

this useful useless bag of flesh..

I wish some entity of wiser stature,

would visit my lonely astral hill.

Sweeping tendrils of starlight wonder,

to ease my angst and anxious feel...

For I walk amongst yet on my own,

in this lifeless dust-formed inward plane..

a matrix expanding on it's own..

this lonely road set in my brain...