In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into the basement where creatures older than time lurk in dark corners. And imagine if the world could end with a single, simple sigh. This collection of speculative poems explores the darkness that makes us shiver in fear and anticipation. But it doesn't leave us there. Moving from endings to beginnings, look for a promise of revolution, of standing up and taking back control. What can you do when you can do nothing? Maybe nothing more than dance in a starlit dream. And maybe that's enough.