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Venus, rising high in dull black skies,
earnest shines its light throughout the night.
roiling clouds and flooding rains' bright dyes,
do give dark stones colour, burning bright.

an flowers' petals start their silent glowing
nor lizards' quiet footfalls mask their call,
then stars at night pale to the heavy snowing,
to the frozen pond, the ivied wall.

heathen minds doth ponder and receive
old thoughts, new days, and wand'ring down the lane
unending; each is wisdom, each relief—
gone curse, past blessings, time and time again...

here lies the grave of Thought, of peopled lives,
thence travel on; discover bright new skies.

             -Thomas Ang, 7/9/2006, 2:13pm

A new contingency has arisen.
This causes me to, once again, move this page.
Solve the above sonnet-riddle to get two words, just like the previous step.
Then type the two words as this: http://(word1)(word2).blogspot.com (no spaces) to get my post URL.
Have fun, then. This one is easier than the last...