Caro cardo: Nicky

(Nicky)

The one I passed by like autumn breeze is a mightily white wing
  of a butterfly in its dusty, flashy way that

I passed by and-oh, worshipful-was still moved even if never nearer,
  a ten-thousandth of a degree nearer than I was

And even if the thumps and drone of all the empty heartless were
   a thousand degree smaller--it'd still be something

If we think about it it never lessens and is named mighty, this thing
  this little Nicky of a thing, heartless but as ten-

thousandth of a degree real as me, unfolding, too, if we look at it,a
  poor misunderstood Nicky of a thing, too

Yes, the flashy wing to your own gaddy and stupid "you" is how it is,
  and not a gluttonous squirrel turning a little

green world in its claws, sputtering, ravenous pig that eats & squirts,
  eats and squirts