Mysteries of the Ineffable (A short poem)

I AM and Will be forever, but me, me is transitory.
A suit that I can wear if I Will.
I call the suit Michael, so... how do you do? From I to me to you.
I object never, me subject ever.
May I? Surely.
Will I? Perhaps.
Do I speak in riddles?
I'll get to the point, the point is the center, the circumference my grasp.
Am I talking in circles?
Indeed that's a fact, but the fact of the matter is that matter's not fact.
If you can't quite follow, I Will lead you there, but the I is not Michael, and the there is no "where".
For "where" is location in time and in space, Michael hangs out there, but I am no "place".
So...... How do you do?
Well, I wish you well if you Will it, don't you?