Riddle Me This, Who Watches …

Who watches through windows looking glass
Whose eye, to be or not to be, seem to be
Ogling spectacles, querying me
Once bitten, twice the lie, future, past
Our body synthesizes knowing all
We weave the web, woven optical
Wishing to be free, you serve me
Technically, giants we be
From the future past, we raise mythic creatures at last

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