Afternoons of an Agnostic version 3

[Magpie]

Here goes again, just typed out my reply and then my connection vanished -- fingers crossed for take two.

Hi Tim, I'm struggling with this one a little bit, although it may just be me, you have some excellent lines and images but it's just the overall meaning and concept that I suppose I'm not quite grasping fully. I've left a few notes below.
My first suggestion would be to include the title on the same page as the poem, I read it a couple of times before I clicked on with the title and seeing as though the title adds so much then it would be a shame if others made the same mistake.

At noon, solar furies perch upon my shoulders
as past lives play out their mistakes 
transformed into sin. - I like the opening stanza although I find myself at odds with the idea of an atheist believing in reincarnation - I suppose it's not impossible but surely to an atheist the end of life is the end?

Sunlit isolation, absent any shade, - awkward line -- could 'any' be replaced with 'of'
lays heavy on the black muscle of my voided heart 
and the dust in my biblical soul stirs - good lines and imagery
of its own accord, leaving no traces
except disappearance and caged reliefs - is 'disappearance' redundant considering the 'leaving no traces' above
distinct and disapproved. - this seems awkward could it read better as

leaving no traces
except disapproved and distinct
caged reliefs

I apply my memories to an invisible God
who watches over my dissolution.
He accounts for my every move,
circular steps in a prison yard of infinite distance - 'circular steps' brings to mind stairs that are circular -- I googled it and they came up with the same -- 'walking in circles in a...' or something similar would convey your thoughts better
measured out in years of waiting for the final cry
strangled in my throat by his Presence. - to keep the theme going then perhaps 'his' should be capitilised although a conscious thought towards not capitilising god and such might work in a poem about an atheist

Evening will come and with it
twilight peace will replace the furies as God departs 
and dark will fill my creviced failures. - 'creviced' seems an out of place word choice 
Promised sleep will wake in dream - 'promised' ?
and daylight sprites, loosed from their box, - could 'loosed' be 'freed'
will make starlight inside my unhoused brain. good line

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. - good final stanza

I enjoyed reading and trying to work it out. In fact the more I read it the more I understand it... so??
Hope that this is of some help.

Cheers for the read,
Mark