Aquila Constellation is the zone
where NGC six seven five one lies,
a planetary nebula that's known
as Glowing Eye, a name that satisfies
the imagery and tantalizes too
with fantasy of stellar eye that sees
into the frantic antics we pursue,
perhaps with premonitional unease.
The hottest gas aglow is brilliant blue
that's ringed around the central remnant heart
with marks of much sidereal ado
and hints of virtuoso astral art.
Could there be seeing eye that watches all
within the vastness of the cosmic sprawl?
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