Di Light Stubborn. Seen?

So mi come yah one time wid a simple question.
Mi seh:
“Bredda, yuh know weh di words inna dis tune come from?”

Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.

Sound innocent.
And Jah laugh quietly.

Cause mi nuh really ask bout poetry.
Mi ask bout mi life.

See, mi did walk through fire already.
Mi did tek di mystical road, straight up to di edge a tings.
Not metaphor.
Edge like: creation a flicker, light a blink, reality a say
“Yow… yuh sure yuh wan stay?”

Mi reach dat place weh time feel optional.
Matta feel negotiable.
Self feel like a coat mi could drop on di floor.

An den dem show up.
Not monster. Not angel wid wings.
Just presence. Clear. Loving. Serious.

Dem nuh beg.
Dem nuh threaten.
Dem invite.

Dem seh:
“Keep it goin.
Keep believin inna di play.
Keep lovin Babylon, even when yuh know it a stage.”

An mi hesitate.
Cause dissolving sweet, yuh know.
Void clean.
No bills. No story. No body ache.

Mi almost seh yes to disappearance.

Later dat same night, bass a shake di dance floor.
Sweat. Bodies. Sound system like thunder.
An suddenly di line drop inna mi ear:

Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.

Mi freeze.

Cause now mi see:
Dat line nuh talk bout anger.
It talk bout choice.

Rage as devotion.
Rage as stubborn Love.
Rage as seh:
“Yes, mi know it illusion.
Yes, mi know it temporary.
And mi stay anyway.”

So mi come back yah fi ask:
“What it mean?”

An di answer crystallize clean-clean:
It mean di real rebellion is to remain.
To carry Light inside Form.
To breathe spirit inna dust.
To laugh, cook, love, create, an fail
while knowing the whole ting could vanish in a blink.

Dat is Alchemy.
Not escape.
Not transcend-and-disappear.
It is return, eyes open.

So yeah.
When di Light start dim,
Jah nuh ask yuh fi vanish pretty.

Him ask yuh fi shine stubborn. Seen?