Poem beginning with a line misread

one hundred clouds empty sincerity
one in counting
clouds one hundred of anything
empty one for me
clouds one hundred under one
sincerity’s once over
once over empty clouds
once empty one
empty sincerity
one hundred too empty
a number to number
to empty a cloud into a gauge
to number sincerity possibly
passibly
passibly empty
passible hundreds
one hundred empties
distribute into a shape
about everything