Ploce
The drowning one cries, “Help! Help!”
Paroemion
Hurry! He hails, heed his harrowing holler!
Anaphora
He weakens! He won’t last long!
He is the last one left alive in the wreck!
Diacope
His arms flail, his arms flutter!
Epistrophe
Yes, his flailing arms flutter
Epistrophe
Yes, his flailing arms flutter
on the water, like bathing seabirds flutter
Anatanaclasis
and he waves and he sinks and he rises!
Soon he will disappear in the waves!
Syncope
He will collapse, insensible, into darkness!
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