They are adjacent, my motivations.

Without knowing it, they

Vie for my affections,

Struggle for my attentions,

Tug a war on my heart. I’m

Split like a tree after

Lightning has ravenously kissed its verdant head,

Divided like the Red Sea after

Moses summoned God’s fiercely gentle hand,

Torn between east and west—

And truth be told,

East will never meet west.

Thus, my painfully separated adjacencies.