smears on a caveman wall

I imagine a ‘cave’; like the camouflaged hunter’s hide.

the elephants running.the mammoths, the dinosaurs.and watch as they run across the visage, through the gape of the cave, hidden within a grassy bluff. it is something like being stunned.how long have I been running in all that.and think of the hides on the hunter’s property I’d come to see so often i no longer noticed.hide in a green box to shoot at unsuspecting sweet deer. all the snakes live in those; just revenge I like to think to unsuspecting little feds.yes—where are they all running to and how far away is mars because it seems I’m there instead of here.it is a monk’s cell, really and ….from here it seems more possible to think….for so long it has been a marathon of running. only now I can see who I am 

but where do I fit ….out there? the elephants ….the zebras ….

the smears on a caveman wall?