Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Alternative dimensions, co-existing in immaterial symbiosis, parallel narratives unconsciously confabulating interdimensional repartee, no first contact, no apparent links, nothing organically orchestrating symphonic resonance, yet conceptual substance fantastically resides, even though manifold possibilities disenchant synthetic theses, corresponding primordial corporealities existing in fluid gurgle, perhaps by accident, perhaps extrajudicially, although their ontological synergies suggest otherwise, as if they're ethereally co-dependent envirosketches.

They're clearly independent inasmuch as each realm reverberates with distinct novelty, complimentary orthodoxies stretched out like multilateral scripture, naturalistic pretensions conflicting in universal bewilderment, as dogmas that seem tried and true are virtually lost in emancipating infinities.

Multivariability.

Emphatically groomed.

But they're clearly dependent insofar as each distillation is characterized by the same peculiarities, compelling factors from each resembling one another, even though their matrices may be innately avant-garde, from the outside looking in, they're still inhabited by the same constituents, still constructed with the same schematics.

What incorporeally organic material binds them?

What's responsible for their biodiverse resolve?

Star Trek examines the concept from different angles, Inception taking a more introspective approach.

If people hear voices who's to say they weren't multilaterally conceived by invisible ecological beings whom they're capable of phantasmagorically translating?

As if physical constructs like iron could be spread like Nutella, as if they could see and transform matter with tectonic credulity, crafting portals out of thin air with geological finesse, like aged astronomical alchemists, intergalactically demure yet cheeky.

Vortex.

Multiple alternative dimensions wildly present themselves in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, some of them demanding their own agile features, in unacknowledged tantalizing Grindhouse.

And as one Spider-Person perishes, another must heed the call, although he's somewhat shy and  bluntly nervous, and distrusting of his coveted newfound gifts.

Spider-Peeps make for a rambunctious roll call, as diabolical technological largesse seeks to cheat mortal temporality.

Paradigms of popularity dynastically converge in the superheroic postmodern, grating the spice mélange, blending ye olde everything.

So so love film noir Spider-Man.

Plus anime Spider-Woman.

And jaded middle-aged Spider-Man.

A cool collection of Spider-People.

*Still no Mirai no Mirai.