From the tactile

 You begin to understand
 Drowning is not about water
 It was the gradual surrender
 Your own judgement 

 To The mysteries
 Accumulated until their combined wonder
 Impossible to distinguish from your own existence
 The endurance for strength

 accommodation for love
 Avoidance of conflict for peace
 Ocean merely gave these private defeats
 a physical form

 Every wave carried another reminder
 allowing you to drift from the tactile solid infrastructure of lies