In the vacuum between star systems, I find laughter echoing in the absence of limbs,
as if the universe knows of my plight yet dances in the void,
floating like thoughts unchained, unraveling into the tapestry of existence.
Like a jovial comet, I trail my own nonsense,
each whisper of cosmic dust carving punchlines in the fabric.
Am I the joke, or merely the jest of a universe rolling its eyes?
Every star a chuckle, every planet a belly laugh,
a limbless wanderer in search of cosmic giggles.