I have never.

I have never tried anything else but this: softening up the stones making fire out of water making rain out of thirst

but in the meanwhile the cold bit me and the sun was a day full of wasps the bread was salt or stale

sometimes I mistakenly took myself for my shadow like you can confuse words with each other or the carcass with the body

often the days and nights were colored the same without tears or quenching

but never something else than this: softening up the stones making fire out of water making rain out of thirst

it rains. I drink. I am thirsty