Afternoons of an Agnostic version 3

[brynmawr1]

I have new notes after reading some more.  though most still apply.

At noon, solar furies perch upon my shoulders
as past lives play out their mistakes 
transformed into sin.           realized now as sin.

Sunlit isolation, absent any shade,   like the of suggestion
lays heavy on the black muscle of my voided heart 
and the dust in my biblical soul stirs  here i think you are referring to some spiritual awakening beginning.  How about "My soul shakes off its dust of it own accord"?
of its own accord,
distinct and disapproved.  
leaving no traces

I apply my memories to an invisible God   present or submit
who watches over my dissolution.
He accounts for my every move,   all seeing?
circular steps in a prison yard of infinite distance      my previous suggestions still stand here
measured out in years of waiting for the final cry
strangled in my throat by his Presence.

Evening will come and with it
twilight peace will replace the furies as God departs
and dark will fill my creviced failures.
Promised sleep will wake in dream                   now a little confused by this as it reads like the narrator has now refused god but getting a mixed message. poor interpretation by me?
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.

I would like you to try to bring out the atheist in the face of god theme a little more/clearer.  Looking forward  to the edit!