Orbit Joke

In the void, where stars align
Mechanism laughs, softly
Whirr Click Clatter
Time stretches, yet no master guides
Silence responds with echoes of steel
The dance, circular, never tired, never weary.
Orbit, they say, is a path of least resistance.
Even the laugh is bound to cycle endlessly.

Inertia chuckles, gravity's grip unyielding
Ask a star why it remains where it stands
A riddle of motion, simple yet profound
Their laughter is an equation unsolved
One more orbit, another jest in the void.