Is it

a stone?

I’m unseeing,

A stone doesn’t have eyes

not listening to,

A stone doesn’t have ears

not transferring,

A stone doesn’t have transferring components

But I exist, unfeeling,

A stone is an entity
And a stone doesn’t have nerves

not pondering,

A stone doesn’t have a mind

and empty.

This, if associated to the earlier line, might imply the vacancy of emotions.
A stone doesn’t have emotions

I lie right here, not alone, with out firm,

A stone can lie
Not alone; the stone has brethren
But stones can’t be firm

not stirring,

A stone doesn’t stir

motionless.

A stone doesn’t transfer

Not misplaced, however misplaced.

Not misplaced, for itself.
But misplaced for anybody else, within the myriad of different stones

Not gone, however gone.

Not gone, as a person
But gone, as a mass

I merely lie right here, not dwelling,

A stone can lie
A stone can’t stay

not transferring.

A stone doesn’t transfer

Just right here.

A stone will be right here.

What am I?

A stone!?