Undulations

sifting through the sludge
is tough and thankless work

moments stuck, goodness broke
the remnants linger thick as muck

but it is worth all that and more
to go deep down and clean up shop

painful though the truth will be
I find the way to get in touch

hot or cold, never lukewarm
leave long enough for it to matter
and I wave back from afar

it either is and it continues
or it is not and it’s put back

hot or cold, never lukewarm
the road beckons,
with or without