End of Cigar

The cigar cutter hung loose, as my index finger ring shone, I ringed the cutter with abandon, thinking ,waiting and thinking, something meshed my mind, and clouded the smoking of cigar, my mind probably in areflex, thought that lighting it would be better, may be I would also think better, index finger firmed and worked the cutter, as it honed the cigar to a light, I lit it up and began billowing smoke, the rings of smoke and many shapes, rose in the air, as it filled the space, my mind was smoking now inside out, and had got the required inebriation, it began working as billowing smoke, smoothened the thoughts, in fact mind that bent upon the frequency, as slow as the smoke, and each thought also billowed slowly up, before I accepted or discarded the lot, soon my eyes lit up with solution, and I snuffed in the lit cigar, one light was good enough, and it was the end of cigar.