Asymptotic Anomaly

"What the hell was that!?"
"Just the tiniest of blips"
"We are in flatline!

This is the limit
Out so far none can survive
Much less make a blip

It has been quiet
The humless silence soothing
Finally to sleep

Yet a blip is felt
Spend anything to find it
The source of this blip

Even now it lives
How much more might this blip bloom
With cultivation?

Sleep seemed the answer
With this hope I am awake
The last of its kind

Unfurl the sails
Set the compass on its source
Until this light dawns

Nothing else matters
At this juncture nothing has
Nor will until bloom."

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