Is there any practicality to dreams? Is society not a fabrication of the collective imagination? This poem is a lyrical monologue told by a narcoleptic architect who is not certain if he dreams his work into reality or if his reality is entirely a dream. Through abstractions and absurdity, this poem explores the distinctions between theory and application, personal interest and social obligation, individuality and conformity along with a number of other antipodes swirling with whimsical vision and melodious poetry. The poem is illustrated with 40 images of New York City reflected upon the myriad facets of the 56 Leonard Street building in Manhattan.