You've caught the modernist spirit. Except the title. A true modernist would call it something profound - never admit it was Babel. Maybe Catfish. Or Twelve Nights on a Bend.
A bit more seriously - but not much. I like the way you play with sounds. The only line that rings false to me is this one:
Then I'd just lean, front or back
It over-rhymes, or rhymes too soon, too insistently. And it chops. O/w great babble! !
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You've caught the modernist spirit. Except the title. A true modernist would call it something profound - never admit it was Babel. Maybe Catfish. Or Twelve Nights on a Bend. A bit more seriously - but not much. I like the way you play with sounds. The only line that rings false to me is this one: Then I'd just lean, front or back It over-rhymes, or rhymes too soon, too insistently. And it chops. O/w great babble! !