Latent is what is hidden, hiding and resting, waiting to come to the fore.

 

The opposite of patent, obvious and palpable. 

 

It is time stopping, death lurking, but also life that grows.

 

Embryo, seed and germ.

 

A low sound like a call, the echo of a dormant volcano or the whistle of black clouds that bring storm. 

 

The idea babbling in the mind. 

 

The blood in the veins. 

Forms that arise from other forms in an infinite loop, in a continuous way of transformation.

 

The fear about what can not be seen.

 

The hope of what is to come.