there's dread at the root. there's threat in the building landscape, there's landscape dread. there's dread of things beyond control. i have dread of my inside landscape, dread at the roots of my teeth. the roots of dread within & without connect in me. it may be too late. if it's gone too far we have to live the change we can't choose. i've avoided what's at the center of my face in the world, my teeth, too long, but if it's too late to save them i can still face the dread.