Groundhog day

Scratching at the ears of giants
we whisper  
can you see me
 
mouthing the words
 
Dust enters eye  
we clean... despite it all
carried by self-reliance
 
clearing our throat
 
do you feel that pang
the urgency
when written with more elegance
 
is it flair 
 
will it prove intelligence
or simply be obnoxious
"he who talk loud, say nothing" 
 
someone take the garbage out  
please
...never happens it just continues rolling around 
 
incessant
 
the coffee grown cold
barely to bottom
don't be wistful
 
procure
 
we walk with gods eye
creative, the mind fire ignites 
purposed bean on rolling hills, white clouds
 
forage
 
may it all be for naught 
hmmm well...
half-glass full and all that
 
purpose