I came across this poem of his in a poetry book about geology.
drag you down a funnelled pit
through the waist
of an hourglass
into an obliette for all sleepers.
bruise your body till you swoon,
the sand a fluid
solid, spilling time away
into dunes on display in tiny jars.
a eulogy for all that it buries
by pressing words, like moths
of a mammoth encyclopedia.