Now, an unreachable storm, I have become.
Cast afar, constantly distancing, yet furious, nonetheless.

"It’s a good day to die."
I have known that since I was born.
Still, knowing the truth is different from knowing of it.
All is soon enough.

I have done much good.  Some harm.  But much good.
Yet still I seek to become more, unreachable though I am.
But what is my destiny? 
I’m destined for an odyssey.

A journey of thousands of  miles is merely my first step.
The world grows, odder, stranger, the more distant I become.
Might I lose my humanity along the way?
Morph into a form of intelligence unknown even to myself?

Corso said it best:

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then something would be possible -
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

Well, he didn’t say exactly that.  But it's close enough.