Really like this piece, especially its tone - I found it unusually touching. You've got some lovely turns of phrase ("integrative skirmish..." is brilliant) and the rhetorical questions nestle nicely within the flow of words, which is hard to do.
Just the one question - do you mean "transient" instead of "intransient"? In both of the later uses it would seem to make more sense as something which is changing, not something which isn't. Just wondering, as it seemed to jar a little bit (or was that the point?) 
So I’ll meet it head on, alone,
oh well, how wonderful
the world is despite this seclusion, somehow.
How I drink in this delicate intransience, know it so
much more intimately all the while, wow, nothing stands
still, the ground itself is turning around you now.
So I’ll meet it head on, somehow, if I can muster
the cleverness to figure out how, with a cat as my side;
kick! Meow. Now it’s so impermanent, what’s next? I only hope
I might meet it head on, brace for impact and all that,
seeing as how I’m going about it by myself, this solitary combat.
Maybe that’s exactly what is supposed to happen next, who
knows? You— my inaccessible soul mate, how wonderful despite
our universes of distance. Wow, somehow, alone we’re wonderful:
intimately impermanent, drinking in intransient impacts,
meeting the world head on with our sidekicks pets,
textual tricks, mystic expectations and our indignant YES.
I accept this, embrace it, this ridiculous set of circumstance
that culminates in myself – me: this small, vulnerable entity,
doing my best to cobble together the mess of incoming senses,
attempting to combine them in something resembling rational coherence…!
This integrative skirmish with the angel of experience,
carrying on till dawn, I’ll meet it head on, somehow, wow,
I’m alone and despite all the wisdom I imagine I’ve accrued,
I am still easily wounded, even when bracing for impact. I only hope
some reward is around the bend, that if I meet all this head on,
with faith, that my loneliness is also intransient and that even I,
might be paired with some soul mate made to blend with my being.
Oh well, what’s next? If I can muster the cleverness to keep up
and the confidence to meet it head on, them maybe despite this seclusion
I’ll survive, endure, succeed and find some wondrous surprise,
answer, escape, reward for my trials. Who knows?
Maybe that is what is supposed
to happen next.