Afternoons of an Agnostic version 3

[brynmawr1]

At noon, solar furies perch upon my shoulders
as past lives play out their mistakes 
transformed into sin.    "by",  I know it is more expected but....

Sunlit isolation, absent any shade,
lays heavy on the black muscle of my voided heart. 
and the dust in my biblical soul stirs
of its own accord, leaving no traces
except disappearance and caged reliefs
distinct and disapproved.

I apply my memories to an invisible God
who watches over my dissolution.
He accounts for my every move,      I feel like you could do more here
circular steps in a prison yard of infinite distance  maybe try to use the circular metaphor to convey the idea of infinity
measured out in years of waiting. for/ the final cry    "my sentence measured" I guess you can keep the line break for the rhythm.
strangled in my throat by his Presence.

Evening will come, and with it
twilight peace will replaceing the furies as God departs,
and darkness will filling my creviced failures.    could also do "filling my creviced failures with darkness"
Promised sleep will wake in dream
and daylight sprites, loosed from their box,
will make starlight inside my unhoused brain.

Unconscious morning marks the moment
where the simplicity of waking
returns me to my solitary self, 
on the verge of discovering divinity.
and again I await with dread the post meridian.

Nice poem, as usual.  My only suggestions are really about tightening up the wording.  Thanks for sharing.