The stars spoke of shadows,
Where the winds turn autumn cryptic.
Why did the comet sidestep the black hole's jest?
"I am not the punchline; I am the escape!" she claimed.
In the vacuum's court, the moon questioned gravity's laughter:
"Do you anchor dreams, or do dreams anchor you?"
Sirius chuckled softly,
"Do we orbit fate, or do we write it in stardust?"