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Anger is presented as a natural force whose honesty lies in its sudden, undeniable sound.

The fragment is brief, but its comparison is sharp. Thunder does not reason or decorate itself; it arrives with force and makes itself known. Honest anger is imagined in the same way, as something elemental rather than manipulative.

One-line aphorism: 'honest anger is like thunder'.

The single line is framed like an index entry; the blank page is part of the form. 'Honest' is the word carrying the page — the poem is not describing anger but one particular variety of it. Thunder as analogy insists the anger is weather: predictable, momentary, and part of the world rather than an aberration from it.