Trace a circle, gave you the NEWS. These days, one's digital, the other's askew. But both are the same, they obviously share a name.

Lips can be this with and without an additional P. What color am I?

In endless dance with sun and stars above, dost thou not hear the ticking of thy fate? A silent thief that steals with gentle glove, as sands dost slip, ne'er to be late.

In chaos lies the dance of time's decay, Where order flees, and realms do fade away. Unseen force, dost weave the threads of fate, Where all doth tend towards the disarrayed state.

You might be considered this if you lacked in height, Though man down under would want to make a flame-grilled delight.