The Great Double-Blind

I surge, I choke on the air
I wave, I have no despair
no care,
nowhere and no one to go to
act two, scene two,
not all in all I seem to-
scene three, a century,
a centrurian's battle lost,
the water's getting cold
or so I'm told,
I'm bold in saying this-
I have mastered the art
of mastery,
a start, or so it seems,
see exactly
what I mean to see,
not everything
I seem to be.
Just me.